Unwanted Change

As I sit at my study
I glance without, often.
Through the fleur grills of my window
my eyes sight the world.
My gaze wanders aboutthis worldly frame,
guided by magpie chirps
and raindrop taps; till
they fix upon the maple,
miles away on the mountain
‘neath a clear blue sky.
And as the days go by,
my eyes wander much,
eventually unguided
to seek the tree amidst the green:
Gaze hindered by rising giants
of firm sand, shaped by human hand
‘neath a desolate sky.
And when that day arrives,
I shall draw the curtains and go away.