An Introspection of Similes
In the beginning of my days,
I was as the budding leaf on the trees of spring.
Fresh – New – Unblemished,
A soft tender light green…
Time marched on and boldly into the days of my summer.
Wrought were these days with storms which raged on –
Shaping my future.
For the wind of change never ceased as I lost many a friend along the way—
Yet I still did cling to the wonderment of my spring.
Now here abide I against the backdrop of an October blue sky.
My pale baby green soul has long been gone,
My summer colors once so dark and strong begin to fade.
I teeter now on the limbs of time,
I know that I live now in the fall of my years. –
I know even more as the reality of winter nears.
Soon I, the once bright green leaf will join my brothers and sisters
To whit I shall cease.
Yet I fear not this cycle of change,
For I am more than just a leaf,
I am His glory
I am in Him by more than name…
J. Allen Wilson © 10/6/2010