It's A Beautiful Cold Autumn-Day This Morning Poem by Gert Strydom

It a cold autumn-day this morning,
there is something secret in the falling leaves,
that brings fertility where our country becomes dilapidated
and the birds sing of the Lord's omnipotence
as if more beautiful things wait somewhere,
while deadly shots are fired on our farms.
For plunder, murder and robbery some are mad,
while a person in this world do only expect the worst
but still the Lord God remains in control,
while man does try to blotch His image out
and nature brings images of stripped trees,
while other people try and cancel Him,
want to remove freedom of religion and of speech
and the birds sing their songs of praise to God.