The Lord breathes on trees, removing the green
and filling in reds and the yellows.
He sends summer away, as if to say,
“That’s enough of your heat now, dear fellow!”
Then cool Autumn descends and with her attends
God’s hand of sleep, easing the sap.
Vast fields of green towers soon lower their flowers
and nestle into the Lord’s lap.
The harsh winds of winter will yield to spring’s splendor
and summer’s haze not far behind.
Then sleep comes again, and God’s breath ushers in
Creation’s unending rewind.