A GIFT OF CHOICE



Oh you creation of clay 

There is gift 

A gift of choice 

The gift of blessing and also a curse in disguise 

The mind is left to choose what the heart desires 

But beware and be warned the gift can lead astray 

The leaf attached to the stem of the tree

It looks as green as the grass 

But it shall dry and become weak 

Then it shall fall to the ground 

Either under the shade of the tree 

Or the heat of the sun.

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