The sassy winds of autumn swirl through wilting trees of gold,
The life is being sapped from things including young and old.
The brilliance of each final growth is now exposed to rage.
We tumble like the leaves on high. Our colors fade with age.
Our vibrance softly drifts away like shards of earthen rust.
Regeneration lies beyond the cold and wintry thrust.
A life renewed, refreshed, restored awaits us in the spring,
Our bodies wither and they die, but new life God will bring.