Seasons Change

How weak and feeble I am

Tossed to and fro like this

Disturbed and made to fear

By the smallest of all matters

The slightest breeze upsets me

And a raindrop becomes the storm

My heart fails to sustain my life

And anxiety haunts my sleep.

What a foolish and silly creature

This simple man must be

Frightened by a tiny thing

Stirred and thrown about.

For those are the matters of life

So small and inconsequential

Our trauma like a gust of wind so brief

And each of them like a tiny leaf.