i want to be an american tree.

i want to be an american tree.
i want the Son's light to come shining thru me.
i want my leaves to change and fall off me.
i want to be an american tree.


i wrote this little poem while reflecting on my favorite season and pretending that i was a tree today. >< i guess i like the idea of God changing me and removing the dead stuff in me to help me grow and to make me more beautiful for His name's sake. so yeah. theres some food for thought next time you see a tree during the fall. and if you live in a country with no seasons.... just be thankful for trees and that God decided to create the world in color. yay God :)