In the golden hush of autumn,

Wandering down a pathway rude,

The serenity and beauty

Fill my heart with solitude.

See the mist above the water,

Feel the cool of summer’s end.

Fallen leaves become a carpet

As my footsteps homeward wend.

I’m enchanted by the grandeur

Of an ordinary scene

Where the reds and golds of autumn

Now supplant the summer’s green.

If my Father clothes this planet

With enchantment such as this –

My poor mind can never fathom

Heaven’s splendor — heaven’s bliss.