The sassy winds of autumn swirl through the trees of gold,
Undressing each and every branch exposing signs of age.
The life is being sapped from things both young and old.
The brilliance of each final growth is now exposed to rage.
We tumble like the leaves on high. Our colors fade and wane.
Our vibrance softly drifts away like shards of earthen rust.
Our life is being sapped from us. Each day reveals new pain.
Regeneration lies beyond the cold and wintry thrust.
A life renewed, refreshed, restored awaits us in the spring,
But like the final steadfast leaves, to life we still will cling.
Break forth with song. Praise God above. Delight in all His glory.
A new day waits, but while we tarry, let’s always share His story.