Yesterday is a history,
A faded path where seeds were sewn.
Today, we harvest.
Dreams emerge; results are shown.
Given true priority
Gain eternal life.
For Hills and streams and valleys
For mountains, meadows, trees
For wilderness, for beauty
Thank you, Dear Lord, for these.
No other time
Are leaves so colorful
As breezes threaten their demise.
Yellow pumpkins signal,