Song of Gratitude

The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest And mighty oaks drop acorns free, soon squirrels will scurry to their nest Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew We bow our heads in silent prayer, For things like these and many more We sing our song of gratitude..... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest sponsored by Brian Strand