In due Season
Lovely is the silence
Of the woods in autumn days
When leaves fall of red and gold
About their quiet ways
Massive beech, majestic oak
Various sorts as these
Make up this wooded cathedral
With it's pillared aisles of trees
Drifting mosts like incense
Hanging upon the air
Down paths where birds once sang
Now trees stand stripped and bare
There comes a time for sleeping
The earth, It's her time to rest
For God rules the seasons
To do what each knows best.
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