The trees in the fields, shining brown and golden green;
textures of shadows beneath them, the artist will redeem.
HIS music can be heard, from a house down in the field
the piano is playing softly now, listen closely as we yield.
The love for him reminds her, to keep her heart and eyes on God;
The flowers ever so blooming, as they rise to HIS command;
vibrant and full of life they seem, though bent from darkness they strongly still can stand.
The birds are singing in harmony, as the sky has shown its face;
HEAVENS beauty is displayed on a picture, with music of HIS amazing GRACE.
The day began so quietly, as the rain showed its blissful glow;
for the season of fall has come, with HEAVENS colors on OUR pallet below.
HIS voice spoke “be-still”, as the winds carried the leaves to the ground,
the river with its current, slowly moving yet no sound?
oh, to walk where the ANGELS have trod….