It's Autumn
and I'm falling
back into
Your arms...
dying to my plans,
my expectations,
my longings,
my dreams...
I'm falling...
I'm resting...
I'm trusting
in You.
Nature trusts...
Nature doesn't argue with her Creator...
when Autumn arrives on schedule,
leaves just let go,
twirling...
trusting...
and
then
they
rest.
© Wingdreamer
