New breezes blow dead leaves off of the branch.
Gives grandest feeling you still stand a chance.
For life to be re-born after sorrow’s stand off,
To reclaim the cycle where the going’s been rough.
Blowing winds leave me breathless as I stand in its force.
Blustery movement within nature’s resource.
The deadness is fallen, lain in separate condition,
While life visits branches in its new season of rendition.
As the wind whispers calmness, it allows me to glean
Cherished moments in stillness, as I view the same old scene.
Scene is the same in its fortress, but it’s new to my mind’s touch,
For new growth gladly sprouted telling the story, as such.
I can now smell flowers without seeing funeral’s spray,
And flow in the presence as the wind gently plays.
The breeze blows outward; leaving deadness behind.
Let God’s nature present its message to all of mankind.
Sadly, all seeds must die, bursting underground growth.
A part of God’s creative purpose, of His own solemn oath.
Butterfly wings hail the eternal truth we explore.
Death comes before life. Now we know what is in store.