by Grace Fox

Created on: January 25, 2009

Trees sway, I hear their beauty.

Leaves fall, I see their song.

How they long to reach-to hold!

Speaking to each other, they touch.

A proven testament-

An obvious statement-

There is a Design.

There is One who made them.

They listen to His voice

As wind tickles their branches.

They offer up prayers

As the rustling continues.

The sky above

The grass below

And I, somewhere between the two.

The reason for my wonder-

My awe-my excitement.

Listening to their every thought,

I listen to a conversation

I was never meant to comprehend.

The people pass by

They never notice

They fail to see

They refuse to take the time

To look into the mirror

Reflecting the Light of Life.

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