The silent Descent

I knew not that those leaves would choose my palms to fall upon,

Perhaps I was the one blessed!

The orb of light a good omen sent,

As if to empower those leaves to descend on the rightful palm.

I stood patiently as I saw the leaves fall,

Ready to gather them into my welcoming palms.

Magical was the transformation of my heart,

Radical my mind worked to glory,

I had just chanced upon a treasure,

That no soul could ever measure.

In silence are blessings sent,

So softly that one can never sense,

Yet the wonders it does as a result,

Is itself a wonderous phenomenon

In every cell, in every sense.

Delicate are the flowers that bloom,

The leaves that show them in their full glory,

Myriad are the colours of blessings that we receive,

That shows up in many ways in our lives' story.

Turn over a new leaf with every passing phase of your lives,

Dried leaves too fall apart to let another new in to bring in its own story.

Be blessed....