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Trees in Fall

Trees in Fall
Copyright David Sloma, 2012

The trees,
older than me,
are changing colours in this Fall,
they were growing before I was born,
I’ve walked by them so many times,
and still they stand there,
silent until the wind stirs their leaves,
getting ready for another Winter’s sleep,
their drying and dying leaves a breath-takingly beautiful canvas,
that the One paints on,
ever changing,
but I wish it could stay like that always,
with yellow leaves against the blue sky,
and hues of red looking so vivid,
I can hardly believe they are real.

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