O Nature, your delightful changes,
Would shake the very heart of man.
The weather turns like parchment pages,
Flipped, as per the Deity’s plan.

What does better show your grandeur,
Then that most brilliant autumn,
Cloaked in shining gold and amber,
And each tree a glistening column.

When the summer’s spirit sleeps,
And the sun forgets his haste,
The trees begin to weep their leaves,
As Winter quickens up his pace.

Still no matter how the seasons change,
There’s not one, I’d for Fall exchange.