The Generation Leaves - Poem by Edythe Sims
People are like leaves on the trees.
Shining bright, giving and receiving with all
some walking in darkness and some in light.
No one can boast of his achievement, or
just how long he will live.
For we are all just like leaves on the
Falling in the sun light and in the cool evening
The storms of life sometimes blow hard with
people falling brave and strong, some right
and some wrong.
You cannot count the leaves on the trees
watching them as they fall,
Neither can you know when God will call.
Just remember that we all are a part of the
Falling out of sight sometimes by just a
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