Autumn

The morning sun doth humbly enhances,

Gold and yellow and orange all combined.

Glory lies within the twisted branches.

I trust autumn with the boldest dances.

I take note of mother nature, so kind.

The morning sun doth humbly enhances.

As the season slowly makes advances,

I lean back with humble soul and mind.

Glory lies within the twisted branches.

When all the world closes their entrances,

 All of the world’s beauty is entwined,

The morning sun doth humbly enhances.

No matter what I will give her chances.

I hold her stunning heart along with mine.

Glory lies within the twisted branches.

One day I’ll be stirred from the trances,

One day I’ll have to leave it all behind,

The morning sun doth humbly enhances.

Glory lies within the twisted branches.