Gift

 Every day is a gift we  live.

Our lives hollow coffers

Holding  these gifts.
Some large , some small,
But blessed we are all.


When  our coffers are  to the brim,
And no more gifts can we receive ,
Then full our lives shall be 
With all the blessings  received .


So let us    enjoy the gifts of life
And, give what is ours to  give.

Whether  we shall be or not be
Let it be the Almighty's worry .

The Leaf

 

I am rolling in lullness.

There's a stillness around.
Now and then a soft breeze blows ,
And  I  flutter  in and out.
In that bare autumn tree
I am one of those leaves,
Refusing to fall.
Holding on strong.
My aging yellowness
Makes me stand out.
Though I am not  supple and green anymore,
I am rough, tough and  ,
crunchier than ever before.
I  will have to fall one day,
Melt into the earth or
Flutter away.
Till then I hold on strong
Daring the wind to make me fall.