Autumn Poem by Shaun Cronick

On enchanting Autumn days like these,
No other thought have I.
Just to don my hiking boots,
And walk beneath God's sky.

I wander over hill and vale,
And banish every worry.
No frown can linger on my brow,
For I'm never in a hurry.

All the greens, golds and browns.
Are dancing with the breeze,
For God just had His paintbrush out,
And touched up all the trees.

From sparkling gems and firelight's glow,
He chose each tint with care.
And mixed them up with gentle rains,
To paint the scene shown there.

Some people have more money, yes.
But as long as I can see,
The riches growing all around,
I'll humbly thankful be.

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