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Swirling Leaves
The leaves were changing as I walked my way,
All different colors they were today.
I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before.
A feeling of peace I couldn’t ignore.
Colorful leaves fell from the tall oak trees,
The flowers were alive with buzzing bees.
The life in nature seemed a part of me.
The creation from God for all to see.
I saw the Creator, through creation.
A woven spectacle of interrelation.
Colors blended without hesitation,
Brought a feeling of exhilaration.
Every year they fall before the first freeze,
Soon they will be escorted by the breeze.
Slowly loosening their grip from the trees,
I must dance and twirl with the swirling leaves.
Copyright ©
Bill Baker
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