The leaves of autumn pass away,
The fairest things below the sky.
The Summers brightest flowers decay,
Bloom awhile then fade and die.

All of nature in her beauty shines,
The gentle rain in a message speaks.
Beautiful world so grand sublime,
The richest treasures of all are mine.

As natures essence strong yet tender,
Robed in beauty it's golden fullness yield.
Beautiful world so rich, so free,
Moves the woodlands and the field.**

Sheila
17/11/2014