Nothing Ever Changes

Whenever the leaves, tremble a bit

One fervently hopes

It’s a crisp cool breeze

That will blow away the trash

Of sick foul leaves

And fungi and parasites

That feast on it

Many a breeze hence

Have come and gone

Hopes have rose, ebbed with it

But nothing has changed

Nothing ever will

For humans are vulnerable

Frail weaklings

Fallen to the charms of

Gods and kings