Change At Hand

The fallen snow procured Itself with the earth all winter As spring enters its warm winds, The snow-transformed-from its frozen home Begins its path of deviance carving the weak soil Conveying the grieving trusting earth down river Where the surmounting horror ends; Only after a twisted ride does the soil find refuge In the bottom of a lake; Where momentarily is thought of as unimportant By its self and others; But, a change is at hand; a change is at hand.