🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ• 🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ•🟩 Good Morning Dear Alan. From the tree of life each leave must fall, The green, the gold, the great, the small. Each one in God's own time, He'll call with perfect love, He gathers all. Love and Hugs Sweetheart. XXXXXX 🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ•🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ•🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ• 🟩 •ℒℴѵℯ• 🟩