God is painting leaves on the trees,
Pumpkins in the yards abound:
Scarecrows show their silly grins,
As leaves are falling to the ground.

Squirrels scamper to and fro,
To gather winter's store;
Birds have gone to southern homes,
As summer closes its door.

Leaves are yellow, red, orange and gold,
As the flowers are going to sleep;
The grass has quit growing,
The mowers will not weep.

Smells of pumpkin spice fill the air,
Apple cider tingles the tongue;
The scent of autumn is everywhere,
We inhale the smells into our lungs.

But with autumn should come thankfulness,
Give God thanks for bounty and health;
Give God our highest praise,
He has blessed us with great wealth.