The Fallen

The Fallen

Autumn leaves

floating,

falling,

swirling,

twirling,

dancing through the air.

Gently landing

over a crispy

golden brown

covered ground

where the remains

of the first fallen lie.

The music ends.

Their dance complete.

Patiently waiting,

waiting for

the peaceful serenity

of angelic snow–

kisses from God

to fall from the sky

and cover them

with a radiant blanket

of white glistening snow.

Leaves dance gracefully with joy

as they tumble from the trees

for they know the truth.

The truth of the fallen.

After you fall,

you transform,

improve,

become like new,

even more beautiful

and spectacular

than you ever

were before.

~written by Susan Walz

 

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