01-28-2016, 11:52 PM
Falling leaves that ride the breeze
Your colors are a joy to see.
Gusts carry you sadly
As you glide gladly
From places used to be.
Falling leaves that ride the breeze
To where do you go
When gone from the tree?
Heaven or rot? Eden or not?
Seems no matter, you softly agree.
Falling leaves that ride the breeze
Your final flight enlightens me.
Colors you show
Patterns you grow
Shine in times of dark sorrow.
Falling leaves that ride the breeze
The hues have spoken sweet things to me.
That beauty arises in many disguises
Such are the lessons
I've learned from thee.
Falling leaves that ride the breeze
Teach green leaves
To leave the trees.
Teach our race to fall
With Your Grace and ease.
***Tried to put this in here without the "you, your, me, us" pronouns due to someone saying I need to eliminate as many pronouns as possible, but it just didn't feel right. Let me know if taking them out would be better. And advice/input is appreciated!