Our Father is an artist as you may
well know, with a stroke of His brush,
He sets the world aglow.
I often wonder why He took the time
with each plant and tree,
while mixing all the colors He painted
on the leaves.
God knew that He would create a man
and later would come me.
I love the autumn glory as it rustles
through the trees.
I like to walk in the cool of an autumn
day, to ponder the artist's skill in
the leaves that dance and play.
There is no place like autumn days bring,
it makes my life cheerful
as my heart begins to sing.
Of all the seasons of the year
autumn is the one I hold dear.
I'm not sad when autumn has to go,
I'll see His brush at work again
in the flakes of the snow.
The artist isn't finished,
along comes spring
you can see His creativity
flash on the wing with coral sing,
the birds build their nests,
new life has come again.
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