Thank you, oh Lord, for the colors;The crimson, the copper and golds, and every hue in between. Just in case my dullness may prevent the seeingYou toss them at my feetSwirl them about my headWith a crisp, lively wind that won’t quit‘til the fragrance of my praise is mingled, lifted to the very throne of God! Thank you, oh God, for Autumn.
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