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