There's a light coat of ice on the window,
A dusting of frost on the leaves.
Icicles drip from the rooftop,
As the sun's gently warming the eaves.
The chill in the breeze is refreshing,
Nature's perfume thrills the air.
The soft tune of birds sweetly singing
Proclaims to the world Autumn's fare.
The morn is alive with her beauty,
Sunbeams dance through the wood,
Nature preens in her glory as
She sheds her dark evening hood.
The dawn is a sweet celebration,
When Autumn visits each year,
A reflection of God's awesome beauty,
A reminder of Nature, He's near.
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