Leaves
Yellow, gold, and green slow dancing in the breeze.
How delicate, how lovely, they decorate the trees.
One by one they lose their grip and flutter to the ground.
No longer yellow, gold, or green, but various shades of brown.
In the summer you gave me shade from the burning rays of sun.
How regal, how majestic a sapling has become.
Only God could create such beauty that I see,
This tree that most just walk on past is such a masterpiece.
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