Faithfall

A leaf

of tender green clings

desperately to the dying branch

it has always known

all the while time

continues it’s orbit

around the sun

and soon a leaf

of frail yellow shivers

battered by the winds of fall

that raise that uncomfortable question

“what has my faith been placed in?”

all the while time

continues it’s orbit

around the sun

and before long a leaf

of withered orange is torn

away from all the promises

that were built on a cracked foundation

all the while time

continues it’s orbit

around the sun