The golden leaves were dancing
As the breeze drifts idly by
I see the fluffy little clouds
As they scurry cross the sky.
I watched as birds were winging
As across the woods they fly
And the evening gently settles
As I hear the night birds cry.
The golden sun in sinking
Beyond the wooded hills
And the little brook is winding
Behind the old red mill.
A world so full of beauty
As I stand and gaze
And I wonder at God's mercy
And marvel at His ways.
