Do the Leaves Dance?

Do the Leaves Dance?

Do the leaves shake and shiver 
In response to Mighty Wind
Quaking and aquiver
about shedding outer tint?

Do they freak when it’s howling
Hide faces upside down,
Afraid to face what’s coming
As autumn melts down?

Do they fear the Master’s cadence
So quickly coming nigh;
Is ceasing to make chlorophyll
A cause for many sighs?

Might they wait in anguish
Watching others letting go,
Cascading back and forth
To end up somewhere no one knows?

Do the leaves scream in terror
At a robust gust of wind
Gasping in horror 
at the sudden loss of limb?

OR…

Do they wait so patiently
Their purpose yet to learn--
The master’s plan unfolding,
Releasing them in turn?

Do leaves await with bated breath 
That final spiral dance?
Flaming—blazing-- fire for
Him—one last glorious chance?

Do they shine with deep conviction,
As hearts begin to swell--
Finding rest in His good purpose
Displaying His story well?

(And do we?)