Raindrops ripple the painted mirror
In a silence so serene it shimmers
I find something shrinking growing dimmer
A wind whispers as I try to listen
Ripples finding the sunlight to glisten
Slowly passing by I find something missing
The path patterned with dusky debris
Time becoming the falling of leaves
Something fading with each breath I breathe
Shadows dance on the brick built mill
Each inhale bringing the morning chill
Apart from something I can start to still
Like the reflections in the water
And the passing of leaves to litter
Minds all need their time to recover
The Climate Changed Me 