Change is in the air and everywhere. Some may be for the good but not all I fear
Winds of Change
“Whirling and swirling in patterns so strange,
The dust out of doors is dancing about.
This is not the same as strange winds of change
That make things once certain now feel full of doubt.
The future is scarce like such swirlings of dust,
For it’s in no way as easy to see.
Yet each in their time must do as they must.
This now it seems is the way things ought be;
Who is secure then when old realms decline,
When problems abound and times become hard?
Beneath the dark cloud who sees the sun shine?
Like dust and like dirt outside in the yard,
Now, oft times we see such swirlings of hate
When fleet winds of change are beckoned by Fate.”
From: “Children of Gewis” a work in progress