Sprouts
Sprouts
appear.
His leaves grow
as he slowly gains
green to contrast the sky's blue.
Against the world He holds his strong arms above.
His leaves grow full and vibrant,
providing shade for each one
who so chooses to shelter
beneath His sprawling umbrage.
Lazy summer days turn night.
Green to red to yellow to brown. Slowly now they fall.
Once in His grand arms above,
they fall away and spread
His life, no
longer
sprouts.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2009
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