There's a little touch of scarlet
Edging leaves that once were green;
And the goldenrod, once common,
Proudly wears a regal sheen.
Though the yellow rose has faded,
It is freshened by the dew;
And the summer haze has lifted -
Autumn's breeze has swept it blue.
God has crowned the earth with glory,
And His goodness covers all.
Though we hear Him at all seasons,
We can see Him in the fall.
~ June Masters Bacher
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