Disequilibrium

No change
- Despite the weather -
In the mood of the trees.
They linger in peaceful tranquility,
Obediently swayed by the wind;
Rewarded bountifully with rays of sun,
With sweet singing of birds,
With the love of the world.

And my thoughts,
They betray me –

There is no honor
For an inquisitive, unstable mind.
Rain cloud down pours,
Desperate cries of sorrow,
All the disdain in the cosmos,
These woes –
Are mine
- To own -