Leaves falling like the rain, Wind softly blowing; Crisp air that breaks the dawn And whispers love’s refrain. Deer feeding on the lawn, Eagles soaring high; Water’s clear reflection, Tomorrow’s day undrawn. Changing, ever changing, Hues of gold, take flight; Prophetic winds proclaim Winter’s awakening. The season’s knowing fate Transforms once again. With awe and fearless faith, It fades, and God creates.
Fall has arrived and the sun shines on brilliant colors of red and yellow. Winds blow, cold rain and snow will arrive. Seasons come and go as God creates each new day. We see His miracles of life and death when we see the changing seasons. As the leaves form a carpet of color on the ground below, the tree becomes less and less until it is bare. it has its own beauty as it stands alone and winter approaches. It will wait for spring and its rebirth, God’s perfect plan of nature. God will create something beautiful in due season.
"Let the field be joyful, and all that is in it. Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord." Psalm 96:12
