Autumn Death
Likening autumn to beauty in death,
behold mighty trees in full bloom exhale,
as leaves fall to ground, with their dying breath;
dark seems the future, so in fear trees pale,
succumbing to thought onslaughts that assail.
Shifting sands of time makes us realise
that soul lives on even though body dies,
resurrecting soon, in another form,
so needless upon death are our heart's sighs;
God's flame of love is kind, loving and warm.
18-October-2022
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