2019 left in a rush, left with 2020.

One decade has gone, another just budded. Leaves 🍁 were attached to branches, blown away by a swirl of wind, gone. Just like that. Some said it takes a decade to grow a tree 🌳 and just a little blow, leaves leaves and left a lonesome and bald 🌳 some artists or scientists call it winter, change of season.

Where did leaves go? I don’t know. They never wrote back after leaving. Old leaves leaves 🍁 New leaves grow. If a tree 🌳 were to pray over each of its leaves, man should pray over each person in his or her vicinity. Start the first working day praying for my staff, my family, my new and old leaves 🍁

Prayer for myself: I cannot mess up His plans nor I can do anything to undo His. And I trust His ways always higher His plans always better. In His Kairos time not my chronos time, His will be done ✅

So now coffee or mee? ☕️