The
colours of autumn leaves
Are
always there - awaiting
Display.
On the tree my Saviour
Shone
with beauties
That
were always there.
Leaves
do not fall from
A
dead branch. His was a death
Which
had life
Intrinsic
in it.
Spring
has fresh beauty -
Pullulant
with life. A Sprout
For
beauty and glory
Has
sprung forth!
Lovely.
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