Many is that of man,
God is but one.
The wind blows,
A tree stands alone.

Leaves of all colors,
Thousands sway.
Man is such leaves,
Searching the way.

Identity without purpose,
The branch is weak.
Help find the path,
Almighty to the meek.

To separate the tree,
A leaf is nothing.
Connected we all are,
In him we are trusting.