It’s funny.What’s so funny, you may ask?Its funny how the winds changeAnd I don’t mean the weatherIts funny how smiles of sunshineCan turn into chills of dread Its funny how the laughing flowersIgnorant of the fleeting hoursTurn into crying rainIts funny how the orange leavesBecome piles of fallen debrisDesperate to get back up to the treesBut the wind just blows them farther
