*xiii*- To Love Poem by Leslie Guylee Cron

Someday we shall see, someday we shall be, someday we will cease to be.
As the Spring looks to the Autumn, we'll look to the sphere of golden amber.
And all will have fallen as a leaf from a tree.
As branches cry out from the trees, *Who Can It Be*.
One leaf will cling to a branch as strong as thee!
*Lord Jesus* that would be.
All will see the sphere of reds, the blood, the tears, many will hear the screams.
And all will notice that mercy is not Lucifer seat.
How shall we all be, cease to be.
Like rotten leafs decaying amidst the earth deprave!
All will cry and scream!
'Leave that artist be! '

Mischievous