"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
by Elsie N. Brady
“Thankful” that my son and his wife are having a good vacation in Florida. That their flight went well along with the hussle of boarding. Since son never flew before he was anxious about it all. They were to fly out of Pittsburgh at 7:10pm He texted me right before boarding. Then again when they exited the plane. He said, “I’m on the ground! made it.” I wrote back, “Thank You Lord!” He said back, “I was sitting right beside Him We watched the world going to bed.” I just sat there and cried. I never flew and don’t plan on it but it must be something to see something like this. Above the clouds as day turns to night. “The Heavens declare the Glory of God!” Amen …