As summer ends, fall brings cool winds
eager to come and turn the hot days
and nights into a peaceful rest,
so welcome from the days’ heat.
And night brings the darkness as if to say,

You stars come! Bring out your light
That I may dream of nights gone past!

Your light shines so bright on the leaves
and trees. Red, yellow, green!
Oh, what joy it gives to me!
The gifts of this sight, life and leaves
falling from above, telling me of His love.