The sound of the dark orange maple leaves crunch,

Echoed through the woods as the wind passed by.

Exhaling visible breath, he sat on the old rickety bench.

"How did I get this far?" his mind asked, repetetitvly.

He looked back down the trail, the colors dazzled in his eyes.

The breeze flowed throughout the trees, weaving in and out.

Those are the Moments that time goes so fast, it flies.

God whispered in his ear, his face brightened.

The goosebumps ran up his arms, the tears flowed from his face.

Cut to the heart, he laid face flat in the leaves.

This is the power of His full, loving, and never-ending grace.