Leaves fall one by one on their own <br />as in the wind they are blown. <br />A variety of diversified hues <br />verify a season of change, a clue. <br /> <br />No more on the tree to give shade, <br />what a beautiful masquerade. <br />leaves open to give shade and flourish <br />fall down upon the ground to nourish. <br /> <br />We start as a wee sprout, <br />our lives begin to branch out. <br />A tree that blossoms and bears fruit <br />to have a solid foundation or root. <br /> <br />God yearns for us to grow <br />for the buds and fruit to flow, <br />while seasons of life forever change <br />so we’re able to live and interchange.<br /><br />Deborah Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masquerade-41/
