like leaves freshly fallen
we descend through our lives.
tumbling and swirling through the wind of this world.
we admire others beauty, but we know it is fading.
this branch is not our home, we keep moving on.
some day we'll land one final place
and be a leaf no more.
instead of fleeting friendships
we'll have a heavenly home above.
instead of wanderings here below,
we'll worship our Father in heaven.
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