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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