Looking out at leaves on the ground,
An assortment… a wide array, wind-blown to and from,
As they work their way all around,
Until eventually, in piles, they all become.
Looking up at leaves on the trees,
Swaying back and forth, hanging on,
But all, together, moving with the breeze.
Leaves on ground, and leaves on trees,
Gathering, gathered, with needles of pine showing in between.
Down to earth and heart to Heart,
Source of all, keeping faith and hope alive.
Life; living, lived, passing through,
From one season to another, born anew.

Shine like lights in the world, as you hold on to the word of life. – Philippians 2:15-16