Fall winds’ bluster, shake-down the trees;
Turning them barren of their glorious leaves.
Winter’s gale, cold, damp, soon to arrive;
Six long months to strive, to stay alive.
Each season’s passing spawns a new regret,
Leaving to wonder; what future weather will threat.
As yesterday’s experience offers no mental relief;
Knowing tomorrow’s memory serves to be brief.
Climate change, global warming; offer more insecurity;
Meteorological projections accused of extreme absurdity.
Human-nature in this realm renders endless discourse, debate;
All the while, it’s Mother-nature, that truly directs humanity’s fate.
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