The Beauty of Leaves

As the oaken green leaves that lived so firm
Begin to fade and turn to colors of another beauty.
Orange, red, magenta and yellows of different hues.
So is life, as we age through  years of strife.

To become fragile with age, our colors too begin to turn
Into another beauty of wisdom, patience, love.
And understandings we never knew before.
In accepting our fate, holding to God's love.

As we feel our bodies tremble, become weaker and frail
Like the leaves on the trees become every fall of the year.
To grow browner, and eventually turn into dust.
And unite with the amosphere of the world.

So do we become, our bodies become dust, mix with the air.
While our souls live on, in another dimension
And the earth goes on, and heaven opens its doors.
A new day is born, a new youth survivres.
TO BECOME THE BEAUTY OF AGE
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Virginia Clark  11/19/08
 

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