Wednesday, October 10, 2012

In the Autumn

In the autumn, some are dull and lifeless.
Others swirl and dance, provoking praise and worship.
Seeds burst into seed for good or ill.
A reaping of what is sown.
Some tower sadly. Others bloom with laughter.
Each parades the heart.
For all to examine.
Which tree will I be?
Will I be dull and lifeless or provoking praise?
In the autumn.
The choice is mine.

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