We And The Elements Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun blazes, we sigh and sweat,
Then frost arrives, a chilly threat.
The skies open, a soaking pour,
Or dry earth cracks, demanding more.

We grumble low, we loudly groan;
In changing winds, our doubts are sown.
A constant hum of discontent,
On finding fault, our minds are bent.
We practice this, a weary art,
And play a never-ending part.

For Farmer John, a sunny day
Might cause his wilting crops to fray.
But beach-goers, with spirits bright,
Demand the beams of warm sunlight.
One's sudden joy, another's gloom,
Decides a differing weather doom.

Our bodies ache, our moods take flight,
Shifting with every day and night.
We count the storms that block our way,
Forgetting every gentle day.
And when it's calm, we soon forget,
And chase the things we haven't yet.

But shift your view, a simple plea,
The sky above has no decree.
Your inner world is yours to guide,
Wherever changing seasons hide.

Dress for the day, find joy in change,
And let your worried thoughts unhinge.
Release the battles you can't win,
And let the quiet peace begin.