Over the dying countryside
there the grace of God glows,
As death reaches
for the green foliage,
so, the creator reaches
For a palette.

A rainbow of colours,
exotic in array.
Covenanted to return
in
exuberant joy
As the faithful Springtime
Reveals her plenty.

Shall we dance then
in the joy of Autumn
and rise in the glory
of our Spring?