MASTERWORKS

MASTERWORKS

In Autumn when the leaves turn brown

And red and gold, they all fall down.

To paint a picture, oh so rare!

I know that God is there…

To mastermind His ebb and flow;

To stage His wondrous Autumn show,

To brush His skies with molten gold;

I watch His art unfold.

No grander sight could I behold:

These leaves of brown and red and gold.

But Winter bodes its icy chills

Upon the snow-clad hills.

In time the land, a living scene,

Comes bursting forth in savage green;

And I confront the season’s thieves

That took my Autumn leaves.

But soon a softness in the air!

God paints a picture, oh so rare

Of Autumn leaves that all turn brown

And red and gold as they fall down.

~~By Henry W. Gurley~~