Oh trees, how your beauty shines!
What joy you find in your leaves.
Proud to have them, surely you are.
Yet as Autumn draws to a close,
You release each glorious piece of you,
And expose your bare emptiness
To the chilly expanse of winter.
You have such faith in God the creator!
Knowing that in time, the crafter of all
Will restore your complete beauty.
You stand, trees.
You let go of the loveliness you wish to claim as your own,
Knowing that holding on would suffocate.
And you believe, in unabashed certainty
That come Spring, the radiance of life
Will be breathed back into you.
Oh trees, how your truth inspires!