Graced with glint of diamonds shining there one lone rose struggled-its beauty to share. A hand reached out, this gem to take away. Gentle touch caused the hand to stay. Here among the rocks this rose must be If in a garden no one might see this bit of crimson flame or diamond's glint. To strange places God's precious gems are sent.
Music notes echo.
Mother Earth prepares the way. Hills become giant boquets to welcome Autumn's today. Mother Earth breathes forth a gentle wind that shakes trees. Colored chimes begin to play music of breeze gliding over leaves. The yellows make sweet cello sound.