Oh shall I die in flaming waters,
A fate I shall not declare in vain,
For I shall see with new eyes,
The glory of your name.

Oh how my soul would glisten,
in the dark night,
Engulfing in the luminous glow,
Releasing Me with all my might.

Oh Lord should it be I,
To drown in flaming waters?
An    i     n    f     e     r     n    o
For such a martyr? Yes.

I lay myself on burning streams,
Where cooling waters approach,
Moments of darkness lingered,
Now illuminate streams.

Burn my skin in righteous waters,
Let my old skin whither off,
On C O O L I N G  W A T E R S
Fade the darkness from within.

Now the cooling waters flow within,
Bringing peace of wind,
Where rocks were once rough,
Now smoothed and thin.

Shall I G        L        I        D        E
Across soothing waters, without my
Skin.

Rather I be warmed by his righteous
I.       N.      F.       E.      R.      N.     O.    
That now burns from within...

May I ask ye saints... Does he burn within?

Or does your comforting springs,
Extinguish the fire within,
So stuck in your faith, confidently.

Are you blind to the darkness that fades?

i saw the autumn leaves

f
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like downy rain. they crinkled and fell softly to the Green earth.

silently surrendering their souls to a

GRAVE
of brown ashes.

simple stories, they all possessed
tragic in nature...

the green leaf filled with ENvy, cried out, "why should the brown fall first, why not I!"

He lay alone to fall by his lonesome self, turning brown as he imagined, only to fall by himself like a lonely book on an aching self.

the orange one desired to be like the sun, she saw the dawn a glow with ORANGE delight, and wanted to fly up there in the bluey sky...

the red loved her soft home amongst the tallest branch

she out cried as he let her go, to fall among the ashes of others, her beauty was FINE,

only at a glance. It died as she drifted farther from her last chance...  

the one that mesmerized me the most, was the Brown one,

He D R I F T E D across the morning air

dreaming of a long awaited rest.
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he had dangled and F            e
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                                      o
                                             from,

west                      to                  east

         his journey was

L                      O              N            G.

but he found no wrong in his life,
only joy,

he cared no more of Vanity, or GREED, or the wonders of the Sky.

he had lived his life in these heights and he long to rest among the Greenly pastures of life.

God blew a soft wind and lifted him off course,

he now drifted to the greeny land and laid there, in pure

BLISS

he was not worried of the fall or his homely grave, he dreamed of the simple pleasures of this Bark filled home and drifted away

like an aerial nomad in gay nature.

Unlike the others, the brown leaf was blessed to die among the soft green ground,

a blessing for a humble spirit, cheerful at HearT.

as the other men walked along the thoroughfare,

i watched the autumn leaves f
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, like the spirit of the browny leaf,

i was humbled and very happy