"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven!"
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Ecclesiastes 3:1
AUTUMN
In all its burnished glory
Leaves falling to the ground
At first floating silently
Drifting without a sound
Rich colors, copper and yellows
On the ground unfurl
Lay there deep and crisp
Winds make them dance and swirl
Quietly summer slips away
Replaced by days rich and golden
This is the gift of nature
For which we are beholden
Arms outstretched
Stripped of all their glory
The trees wait silently
To begin again their story
In all its burnished glory
Leaves falling to the ground
At first floating silently
Drifting without a sound
Rich colors, copper and yellows
On the ground unfurl
Lay there deep and crisp
Winds make them dance and swirl
Quietly summer slips away
Replaced by days rich and golden
This is the gift of nature
For which we are beholden
Arms outstretched
Stripped of all their glory
The trees wait silently
To begin again their story
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