Leaves in fall..
Falling behind...
Leaves in fall, falling behind. Gods very plan, perfect in every way by very design. Leaves fall, and are blown by the wind. Then the trees replenish, just to restart the whole cycle and do it again. The seasons, they change. The temperature and situation s rearrange. Just like like, mirror images of the husband and wife. The very joy, pain, bitterness, and strife. It is all a story, told and retild again. From enemies. To family, even friends. Sweet sorrowful bitter end. No matter the season, there is always wind. Breath from heaven. Felt that breeze ever since I was seven. Tasted of its savor. Like a bread unleavened. Reminiscent flavor of a past left and present lived. Future gained...
(2015)
