Autumn

Autumn Then it is Autumn, And the weary earth prepares to rest. The leaves like golden snowflakes; Flutter downward to the crisp brown earth. To form a carpet, spreading out for all to see, To wrap the earth for it's winter sleep. And to crackle 'neath my feet. A rabbit dances somewhere in the distance. As my brown and white puppy scampers At my heels. It is Autumn, And the cloudless sky stretches forth in It's eternal blue, Infinite as it's maker; Pure and boundless as the sea. The wind is stirring this golden world; And the leaves lift up tiny voices in praise, To our Creator; All is lovely, all is peaceful; All is preparation; For the time to come, When the earth lays down in quiet resolution. And takes it's winter rest. The wind is stirring this golden world. The empty trees lift up their arms to Heaven, And the gold-brown carpet sings beneath my feet; God's world is lovely; It is Autumn.