To Believe
Feathers, leaves,
Weightless little things
Blown about
By a cool, autumn breeze.
Empty branches, empty trees,
Mark the change of season
With moments to freeze.
A lens,
Stealing time with ease.
Pause for a moment, please,
And feel the sky breathe.
Life, sand in a sieve,
And yet,
We cannot conceive,
That, perhaps, we should relieve
Sufferings of those in need.
Can we not see?
Their hope,
Can be saved by we
Who help them to believe.
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