The
colors surround us in bright reds and golds,
The
magic of autumn so neatly unfolds
The
change in the season from summer to fall,
And
we as the viewers are witnesses all
To
how God has given a rhythm to life -
The
rising and falling, the joy and the strife.
A
pattern of changes that come every year,
The
laughter and sorrow, the smile and the tear.
And
watching the leaves as the fall to the ground,
Reminds
us that winter will soon be around
To
chill us and taunt us to stay safe and warm,
Avoiding
the wind and the snowflakes that swarm.
But
now from my window I watch the leaves dance,
They
swirl and they swivel as if in a trance.
They
pile near fences and ‘neath every tree,
They
hide from the rakes that they know soon will be
Seeking
to catch them and take them away,
No
time for the dancing, no time left to play.
For
now, there is time to continue to dance,
And
if they are lucky perhaps there’s a chance
To
be used as a book mark, put in a report
That
some child needs for learning to sort
The
trees and their phylum, or fruit that they give
To
nourish the creatures who need them to live.
For
there is a cycle, a turning in time
That
God has created to fit in God’s rhyme.
And
we are a part of that life-long release,
The
highs and the lows that will lead to God’s…
Peace,
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