Leaves
The leaves on the trees
Are trying to hold on
Tightly to the trees
But with not much luck
Some will remain stuck.
Bright red and yellows
For us God has diplayed.
Listen as I walk upon the
Crisply leaves.
Wow what a sound as I
Lay on the ground
And roll all around.
Rust color leaves also
So silly look they are
Stuck to my knees.
This years leaves are glorious
Around the ponds and lake's
God work for us is a master
I feel .
We all should get down
On our knees and thank him,
For he has placed us in
The earthly place.
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2015
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