Summer Is Gone Poem by Helen Urda Smith

Summer is gone;
Autumn has come
As it must come to everyone.
Every living thing you see
God has prepared its destiny. The autumn leaves in sweet repose;
In beautiful color that just glows
The cooler air and wind that blows
Sends the leaves flying; to where?
Who knows? So it is with all life you see;
God has prepared it's destiny.
Enjoy life and things you see
Tomorrow God may open the door
For you or me.