I love to watch the beauty,
Of the changing of the leaves,
This is my favorite time of year,
When God starts coloring trees.
He must have a special paint brush,
See the beauty of the forest,
It's a wonder and amazement,
To every child and every tourist.
There are no sights that can compare,
To the beauty of our state,
People come from miles around,
Arriving none too late.
They bring their cameras and their film,
And capture every sight,
For some have never witnessed,
Such color and delight.
Some have never seen a tree,
That they can touch and feel,
Except for pictures or tv,
But these are beautifully real.
I can't imagine what its like,
To never have this season,
Or to look outside your window,
What would be the reason.
To never see the fall leaves,
To never see it snow,
The beauty does surround us,
It never lets you go.
I'll take my seasons as they come,
I'll love each and every one,
For to me it is a privelage,
To be awakened by the sun.
To look outside in wonderment,
At the beauty of the trees,
And gaze in awe at God's work of art,
This is what he makes for me.