250627 Leaves
Leaves
I looked at leaves the other day
And saw them in a different way
Not merely as a part of trees
Or overhead shade canopies
While certainly a source of shade
Not only reason they were made
Provides food, shelter, bug's repose
A leaf is indeed each of those
Their rustling, a sweet symphony
With tweeting birds as harmony
Soft fluttering alerting you
That gentle breeze is blowing through
The shape of some mimic a hand
To wave hello - leaves also can
Pinnate and palmate veins of leaves
The human hand also has these
Variety of leaves, sublime
Fern fronds, soft moss, or climbing vine
With lobed, serrated, spiky edges
On trees, or stalks, or fragrant hedges
In awe of leaves for many reasons
Why, they can even tell the seasons
Soft buds of spring and winter's rest
Love summer's green; fall color's best
Mystery of photosynthesis
The Father's hand in all of this
Deriving nourishment from sun
While ours comes from the Holy One
Yes, even leaves can play a role
In spiritually nourishing my soul
Providing a clear testament
Divine Creator, evident
For, even with a passing glance
Can see that leaves are not by chance
Am certain, though I'm no Einstein
Each one was made by God's design
Praise God that leaves leave me in awe
Their beauty, variety, function, all
A Creator's core to my belief
Evidence born in every leaf
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