The leaves in the trees speak to the wind.

They say it is time to celebrate the joy of life
And the wonders of the world.

They talk with the gentle lilt of the Southern breeze
In the language of truth
And the voice of a child.

They are taught by the righteous simplicity of the seasons
With the dreams of the stars
And the promise of a new spring.

I sit and listen to their stories
In hope that I may learn the lessons of the world,
In hope that I may gain their learned grace,
And speak with the fluency of passion.

I search to express my appreciation for this life I am given
To the One who has created the leaves, the stars,
The wind, the seasons and me.

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