the wind rushes through the trees
rustling the branches much stronger than a breeze

that pushing of the wind, the apprehension i feel,
used to be so frightening to me, but now, there’s appeal

the wind brings changes, newness, the switch of the seasons
and while change is scary, it’s no longer frightening without reason

i choose to look towards the possibility of what change may bring
and hear whatever the winds choose to sing

for in this poem, this struggle of rhyming couplets,
i’ve found a calmness in my fear’s former culprit

and that, i think, is worth this hassle of a rhyme-scheme.