By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 19, 2015 He Careth for Thee By Georgia Moore Eberling On the topmost branch of our bare oak treeA lone brown leaf clings stubbornly,(It is long past time for the leaves to go,)When the brisk fall winds began to blowThey put on beautiful golds and reds, Bound crimson ribbons about their headsAnd sailed aloft, like the butterfly,They all found wings to bear them high.Most of the leaves smiled up at the sunG...
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