A subtle chill nips at the air,
Autumnal tones splash everywhere.
Red and orange, yellow, brown,
envelop forest, field and town.
They've not expired, do not despair,
though very soon they'll tumble down
to make the way for winter fair,
a contrast for her snowy gown.
Amongst pink cherry blossom, bees
are busy as they pollen glean.
With joy they hum, working with ease,
'midst branches bursting fresh growth green.
God's creatures flit on flowers and trees,
delicate butterflies, built to please.
The whole world glows so fresh, so clean.
We, thank the Lord for this Spring scene.
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