Something's different in the sunlight,
these fine October days...
Old Sol, up in the heavens,
assumes an autumn angle, warming an October glow
on branches brushed to beauty:
leaves alive in light
no summer's green could match...
The light's above, Lord,
-- but I'd swear the leaves are glowing-
In my reverie, the trees,
still warm with sun soaked up from August skies,
now pray a psalmody of golden-bronzes, orange-reds
and dappled, purpled russets...
And can it be that, here and there,
fall's light now rises,
praising its eternal source?
Driving down an arbored road
it seems the glow is here and there
and, well, of course - it's evergreens
give backdrop for this blaze of autumn's finery...
Your light's above, Lord, and it's all around
and from every angle shines on us
in summer, winter, fall and spring...
And your light's within us,
deep inside, to warm us
from the depths of who we are...
We join the prayer of warmth and light
in trees and leaves upon the branch
and lift to you a psalm of praise
for your beauty all around us,
your gracious light within us...
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