The ocean cries, "fear the Lord!" The skies sing, "glory to God!" The sun proclaims, "all power is His!" And the tree whispers: "I change, but He doesn't."
Micro Poem Monday: Dusk in the Neighborhood
Treetops scraped with sun give an illusion of fall. Birds sing a bedtime song only for kids, not all.
Allyson Howell 