Beliefs (I)

B E L I E F S (I)

They fall like leaves from trees.
In due course, others follow these.
As a tree needs leaves to live and to be,
So beliefs are the leaves of humanity.

A belief in the good turns things around.
In the blink of an eye the answer is found.
We’ve made the transition.
We have altered the end.
It becomes a beginning, and
We finally, finally, understand.

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