The Leaves

And the leaves speak of God’s handiwork
Some have 5 fingers much like a human hand
Veins like blood-carrying vessels
Even the intricacy of breath
Creating oxygen for created beings
Only obvious when the sun shines the 3rd rock.
Only obvious with eyes that see.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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