Tree Of Autumn Poem by Ima Ryma

It is the autumn time of year.
I see the tree upon a hill,
Fiery hued leaves of autumn cheer
On limbs inviting if I will
Footstep forward and upward to
The tree trunk which is opening,
With a white light now shining through.
To me the tree is beckoning.
At first I have some doubt of course,
But then a calm comes over me.
I willingly walk to this source
With faith it is my destiny.

In autumn of my life I go
Into the autumn tree to know.