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 about
the worldly frame, guided
by the magpies’ 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 find 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 comes,
I shall draw the curtains and go away.