The golden ray black-eyed susans hang their heads, Petals browned with age,
The sparrows flitter, restless,
Unknowingly, expectantly waiting for their cue from God.
Trees, still green with growth,
Yet poised for one last, glorious blaze of praise to Him.
Creation hesitates...
hovers...
listens...
As God gently whispers,
"Hush now...be quiet....rest."
