Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Autumn Leaves at Equinox

Equinox

In the laughter, there is love.
In the silence, there is love.
In the bliss, there is love.
In the pain, there is love.
In the summer, there is love.
In the winter, there is love.

In the lilac buds, there is love.
In the falling leaves, there is love.
In the sun-drenched skies, there is love,
In the rain-soaked earth, there is love.
In the humble heart, there is love.
In the tear-stained eyes, there is love.

In the sweet peace, there is love.
In the tension, there is love.
In the bright light, there is love.
In the darkness, there is love.
In the balance, there is love.
In the changes, there is love.