White Sunday
The final leaf falls
And I’m bare
It’s me you’re reading here
What I am I’ve always been
Even if I decorate my tree with colorful crystal balls
I've braved a winter’s pain
A summer’s swell
I can spring anew and I do fall
I cry like a baby and laugh through it all
Cause I am who I am standing tall
Seasons come and seasons go
My branches reaching out to touch you
Welcoming what life unfolds
My roots firmly planted by a river that flows
In a conscious garden
The soil of heaven feeds my earthly soul
Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018
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