There is a touch of Autumn Lingering in the air. The leaves are falling downward And trees will soon be bare. The grass is turning yellow And birds are on the wing. It won't be long until We have forgotten Spring. The harvest moon is coming And long walks in the woods. We'll build a roaring campfire And put on our jacket hoods. Cold cheeks in late October And the making of S'Mores Reminds us of the wonder Of going out-of-doors. -Yu/stan/kema-
Trees are a lot like people.
We see them every where.
Some are tall and some are small,
And some are very rare.
Trees shelter wildlife from the cold.
Some people give to those in need.
God has a purpose for each thing,
Every embryo and seed.
Trees face the elements alone
And stand tall in the rain.
People learn they must endure
And stand despite their pain.
Trees do reflect life’s changes
In the budding of a leaf,
The growth that comes in living,
And the loss of leaves in grief.
Most people live their whole lives
With changes happening.
They dream of an eternal life
With every coming spring.
Both tree and man show moments
Of beauty and pure grace,
Brilliant leaves and shinning deeds
That no one can erase.
They know when death comes
To trees and mankind,
Renewal is still possible
For those we leave behind.