Falling Colors - Poem by Betty Bolden
Falling colors surround the ground
falling colors all around
the crisp wind blowing them like a dance
that helps us see the true romance
of His hands shaping the leaves so divine
their brightness clears the tears we cry
we spread his joy from way up high.
Falling colors seem joyful in the sun
as the squirrels leap and play to gather
their food, seems to be so much fun.
Falling colors light up the world
they give us sight in this season of trial
of how He will bring us all a brand new tommorow.
Look outside and see the sunshine down
to help the fallen colors shape the ground
keep our hearts full of joy
help us to see the fallen colors in our hearts
help us know you won't depart.
Written By: //©Betty Bolden
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