these leaves are falling.
falling.
falling.
tis summer- how could this be?
the bare trees, they stand still.
i thought i knew this pattern-
then i noticed
His will.
[This poem speaks truth in that we have our daily lives, routines, and our checklists of things we think we need. Then out of nowhere something out of the ordinary happens, and we freak out. Life is not going as we had planned, and hey, leaves do not fall in the summer. God is all powerful, let His will be done. Not ours.]
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