I watch the leaves dance I watch the leaves dance I feel the breeze I watch a child pick up an empty box I feel the future I watch a young girl help an old lady I feel love I watch a canal bell open I feel the sun I look into the night sky I know God Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.