Leaves limp on the ground. Limbs hanging from larger ones.
Signs
of old. Hopes of sweet kisses still
in the mistletoe.
And
the young doe and buck frolic near the apple tree,
while
the sun rests its eyes and invites the starry sky
to
share his wealth.
My heart is full of the same taste gained from the apple,
now
playfully stirring that young deer.
I
leap and shout the joy of freedom, confidence, and love
which
rushes through my veins.
It
is not my blood that gives life,
but
the eating of the fruit from God,
this
fruit, so flavorful, so delicious,
so
sustaining.
This
is His Word to me.
The
flowing of the Holy Spirit
is
proof that my strength is from God,
through
His Son, Jesus Christ.
I
run Lord, because of You.
I
gleefully dance within Your creation,
spinning
with praise under Thy Tree of Life.
In
You I eat to a Spirit’s fullness, and never wondering
when
the supply of goodness fades,
for
it is eternal by Thy Hand.
Forever I praise You,
O
Heavenly Father
Selah 
A Spirit’s Fullness by Ronhales Galatians 5:22-23