Falling Leaves

The years are falling like leaves

Summer is almost over I believe.

There is a chill in the air

It's time for the county fair.

I can smell the dry grass

As I walk on and pass.

The weeds are all in bloom,

And my heart begins to loom.

Just thinking of time this way,

And how the world begins to decay.

Harvest is in the farmer's mind

As he searches a crop to find.

The leaves have changed their tone,

And all their colors are now shown:

Yellow, and red, and brown

As they drift and fall to the ground.

I am reminded that life will end,

But with God we can start over again!

Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Background design: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Midi "Fur Elise" by: Lena Ayer Kittrell