The winds are just excuses
Worn and broken fuses
Tearing eyes
Without surprise
And none of them have uses.

The snows are just disguises,
Covering growth that man despises.
Blowing skies
To shelter lies
And hide another crisis.

The suns are happy cheery notes
Weather on which we'd cast out votes
Gloom, it dies
With human sighs,
Plastic castles enclosed by motes.

The rains are just relief
The shedding of our grief
Failure tries
A human cries
When verity shows disbelief.

The hails are just a screaming
The rain and snow are teaming
A god he sees
A wise man agrees
Most things are only seeming.