
leaves laden with rain
ready to loose their burden
with the slightest stir
leaves laden with rain
ready to loose their burden
with the slightest stir
the pain in the hand
after the needed pruning
beauty’s worth the thorns
good to remember
when bemoaning too much rain
those who are in drought
wonderfully made
fashioned in the mother’s womb
the glory of God
through the open arms
beyond the sparse canopy
the blue of summer