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Falling leaves scattered on the ground,
Now,the chill is all around,
Damp dirt and hollow trees,
fill a void beneath my knees.
His hands created the moisture in the elements
and the breeze,
helping us to know that in Him we are free.
Star filled nights and sunny days,
helps us to join all creation in His ways.
Take it slow and we never know that
the time isn't new,but He gave it to me and you.
Make it count and smell the sea
and one day soon,we'll be new.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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