Metamorphosis Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Listen to the rain long after its falling sing its song of eternal melancholy. It heaves the breeze through somber leaves and dances through woes in great big billows brushing the tears off old weeping willows. This sorrow of the skies is not fear for tomorrow, nothing that's coming will cease this harrow. It's Love that mourns through forlorn chords; it's Love that scorns the withering and worn. With change comes pain, it never refrains; come what may this Love remains.
- Samuel Richard Leonard