People are like leaves on the trees. <br /> Shining bright, giving and receiving with all <br /> their might; <br /> some walking in darkness and some in light. <br /> <br /> No one can boast of his achievement, or <br /> just how long he will live. <br /> For we are all just like leaves on the <br /> trees. <br /> Falling in the sun light and in the cool evening <br /> breeze. <br /> The storms of life sometimes blow hard with <br /> people falling brave and strong, some right <br /> and some wrong. <br /> You cannot count the leaves on the trees <br /> watching them as they fall, <br /> Neither can you know when God will call. <br /> <br /> Just remember that we all are a part of the <br /> generation leaves, <br /> Falling out of sight sometimes by just a <br /> little sneeze.<br /><br />Edythe Sims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-generation-leaves/
