You will be like an oak with fading leaves,
like a garden without water.
The leaves are almost gone. Summer has past into Autumn and Autumn into Winter.
It is supposed to be 70 here today and then we'll have a cold blast with all the vestiges of Winter.
Things don't last long so I'll enjoy each as it comes. I'll praise the Lord as He has given me breath to do so.
Photo is from my personal files.