The orange leaves triumph
for but a time;

then fall to the ground
to be raked, bagged,
wind blown, composted —
changed.

the tree triumphs
for but a time

then falls to the ground
to be chopped, burned, planed,
firewood, timber, boards —
changed.

men, women, you, me,
we triumph for but a time;

then we fall to the ground,
the way of all life;
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust…
to be mourned, buried,
cremated, interred —
changed…

but that is not the end.

For God
Triumphs
For all time.

He rescues us
From dust
and calls us
To live
In Triumph
With Him
Forever.