Dare Not Fear

Leaves sway and play In the wind, Clouds seem to bow and pray All across the sky ever again. Birds fly so high With nary a care, Butterflys wraped in buoyant beauty Never to worry, for what they might wear. - So why am I (such a simple man, at the fringes of Gods plan) Afraid to live, and to die? Dare I, in fear, to presume God would love the beauty of each flower And not notice my own heart in bloom? Nay. For God does know and does see all, Perhaps allowing now and again A slight trip, but never into eternal deaths final hand Will He let me fall.