The New Leaves

Sometimes we all think we’re alone;
but such can never be;
we never truly stray far from home;
it’s there for our minds to see.

A permanent link remains always there;
to those below and above;
believe it; on not; there are those who share;
unlimited feelings of love.

We often meet in the most unusual places;
destiny’s thoughts guide us there;
lost friends; with love on their faces;
showing how much they care.

Love was planted, as a seed in the ground;
eventually becoming life’s tree;
leaflets from its tree shall always abound;
as God intended it be.

Yesterday; I met a friend; that I’ve missed;
two minds; with an eternal link;
my fog of loneliness; became just a mist;
all of life remaining in sync.

Consciousness is awareness, in motion;
nothing ever remains the same;
life is the sharing of love and devotion;
kismet is ofen given the blame.

We’re all leaves on the tree called life;
in death; leaves fall to the ground;
then, restored to the garden of light;
where all new leaves are found.

Monty 8/15/24. #2,275