Changing Wind Poem by Caleb Campbell

A tree in the meadow, settled, alone.
At peace, physical and mental.
So content with an unostentatious life,
his roots strong as diamond-coated metal.

Little did he know of the wind of change,
blowing a gust of love and grace.
The touch of a gentle breeze, so strange.
Welcoming the new feeling with a warm embrace.

The children of mother nature,
So in love and so unique.
At the hand of Adam's nomenclature,
Such things are considered, mystique.

But never may they split or go without,
Nor will their love ever burnout.