Morning dew adorns the leaves
And dancing silk the spider weaves
Knowing much more can’t be spun
Before The Fall is finally done.
Creatures forage lustily
A zephyr whistles gustily
As fronds enjoy their final fun
Before The Fall at last, is done.
Faith was shed so long ago
And younger ones? They never know
The love or mercy of the Son
As painfully, The Fall is done.
Are You Reading Me?
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