In the midst of Summers’ Fall, I’ve finally heard our great Lords call. Thru trial and error, o’er many seasons filled with all weather, today I triumph upon my darkest endeavor. From His words, though formerly neglected, I’ve come to learn my fate has not yet been infected. The disease of which I speak, that makes my nose bleed and keeps me on my feet has been vanquished and suffers a complete defeat. Shrouded and veiled behind an eternal void of pitch I shall arise to greet thee in a new world filled with great tree and settle peacefully in my new niche. In the world that He’s created there’s a picture that I’ve painted, my best days to come and I will indeed be acquainted, with gracious acceptance my heart has been inflated. I foresee a new destiny, where there was White there is Green. What future was unseen I now see through an eye oh so keen. In the midst of Summers’ Fall, today I stand confident and tall.