The yellow carpet,
Paves the way,
To the great abode.
As I walk down,
This unfamiliar road,
I now call home.

The song of fall,
A silent beat,
Unheard by most.
The crunch a note,
Of beautiful things,
That help discover the unknown.

Walk with me,
As we set fire,
That's still not as bright as fall.
Walk with me,
As we find our way home,
On the yellow carpet of god.