Winds come and winds wane,
Raindrops chop as storms destroy,
Harm is the summer.
Once have I wonder,
What thing can be more stable
Than the hot weather?
Temperature drops fast—
As leaves fall and jackets worn,
Coolers sleep for long.
Yet biggest question:
Why the mood shift suddenly?
Awaits curious…
I rise and gaze meets the sky
Whose face tells the tale of change.
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