Leaves of Hope
THE LEAVES OF HOPE
The budded leaves of spring have come of age
they've leafed through summer on to autumn's page
and in the biting chill of early dawn
their time speeds up its pace of getting on
and now they turn through nature's silent rage.
When first they came to light, their greenery
made promises of things to surely be;
of dreams God laid into our days of youth,
part of our fate--our bitterness of truth,
but born again from springtime's majesty.
Through summer storms; at midnight in the breeze;
before the rains; we heard them in the trees,
with all their heart, oh what a song they'd sing
the very breath of God accompanying,
to make the heat of summer more at ease.
But now their rustling, stiff, and brittle sound,
gives warning of their falling to the ground,
as reds and golds and yellows cling on to
the only threads of life they ever knew;
and then it's lost, as if it's never found.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
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