I repeat the words again
They are said with reverence
With eyes closed, hands folded
They are woven with hope
Each time softly spoken
Yet, the only change
Is the color on the leaves
Does He sense the tone
from which I speak?
Does He hear my pleas?
Understanding the
Importance of timing
Takes time in itself
The new season brings
Warmth with its colors
And new enticing flavors
While hope becomes hazy
And faith begins to waver
Lauren Scott 2017
I tried something new this time, so below is the audio link:
https://soundcloud.com/user-308303807/tuesday-04-42-pm/s-xI5sB