If wonder if God has a preference
I guess I have wondered before
But when this time of year
Comes knocking at my door
I have to imagine God is proud
As His vegetation changes
He probably doesn't have control
Of everything that rearranges
But the beauty that He offers
That makes us smile to see
I think that He is proud of autumn
At least it seems like it to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem