Hymn: Golden Leaves

A hymn, see below for the tune. Dropped golden leaves all glowing from the ground. Upon the tree you were once the crown. Fly, fly dear birds as you must needs migrate, yet come back safe once more to procreate. Weep, weep you clouds with rain to fill the lakes, yet not our homes to flood, with us displaced. Blow gently winds to cleanse the air for breath, but not too fierce lest storms cause loss and death. Come close dear God embark within the boat, keep migrants safe from harm, their craft afloat. We fallen souls who've spoiled the sea and air must turn around, the harm we've done repair. Encourage us who surely have enough to share with those for whom these times are tough. May we be held with all that you have made, at one in Christ with creatures all arrayed. Tune: Song 46, Orlando Gibbons