Color My World, Part II

Autumn is really a beautiful time of the year. The green leaves transform into vibrant hues of oranges, reds, and golds. The display of nature’s bounty is just breath-taking. That may be corny or overused, but there is no other word for it. The word hasn’t even invented yet that could justify the splendor of the changing scenery of the foliage. It inspires poems and dreams. When you look around, you really see it as for what it really is...a work of art: God’s creation. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

I made a poem analogous to the Giver of life, people of different color, and rebirth.

The Tree of Life

Trees are turning color.
It’s that time of year again.
Leaves of orange and yellow
Hang on as long as they can.

Wrenched by a gust of wind,
They spin, flying all around.
They glide, gently, falling free.
Meeting old friends on the ground.

Jumbled and mingling together
In harmony: oranges, yellows, and reds,
United together in solemn wonder
As they lie in their temporary beds.

Looking up, a majestic view
Awaits them from the earth.
The big oak that gave them life
Is preparing for spring’s rebirth

It braces itself for winter’s wrath.
When the icy fingers of frost
Form icicles on its branches,
It digs in its roots at all costs.

Oh, what joy is there to know
That another life begins anew
When the big oak sprouts new life
To wash away the winter blues.

by Shari dated October 8, 2006