Ruby october 2016

Fall Wanders Away

by Rejetta Morse As fall now wanders far away, the waterfalls tumble and roar, pushing through the mountain top beneath the skies each day.

Around the falls, the bare trees stand, and spread their leaves over the land.

As fall now wanders far away, the waterfalls cover the rocks, just like the grace of God abides – He covers me each day; and on the cross he cried for all – this was the greatest waterfall.

As fall now wanders far away, the river fails to rise; the blue streams weaken as they flow while dry leaves now decay.

They fly – and float – into the tides and ride the gentle waves and glides.

As fall now wanders far away, the warm sun rays spread wide to warm the bare trees and the falls with love in the midday.

All earth’s toils weaken from the stress, waiting for harvest time to rest.

As fall now wanders far away, the giant water fall trickles.

Around the falls the bare trees hope for spring’s return someday, as frost now covers the lonesome trees; winter lingers in the breeze.