Autumn leaves fall and new ones spring,
What serves good no longer will eventually go;
But how can old leaves be replaced with new if still on branches they cling?
And how can new make its way when there's no availability of space for them to grow?
We mortals are similar to trees but except we make our own decisions,
We determine whether or not to let old leaves fall and be replaced;
But delusional at times our hearts and all blind to the mind's requisitions,
Holding on to someone like old leaves who'll be too weak for our branches gone with the wind as we chase.
If we don't release the old, how can God intervene,
How can God give us fresh leaves of someone nice and new;
Old leaves them getting greener is that something have you ever seen?
Therefore, allow God to work his miracles as you patiently wait for better and let the old leaves fall like dew.
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