God gives humankind a brain to understand His truths. Breezes blow, and chat with leaves, painted by sunlight, so many greens, warm browns, and rich dark reds. Worcester walls, built by our first settlers, Now drift down to gray road beds. Dark blue skies, and yellow brown branches drop acorns briskly with winds of mirth.
Sounds are of pregnant nuts, popping on the roof, Smashing our heads and hands.
Aunt Sarah's old New England home simply stays and stands. Only Nature truly sees, and feels our restful time when Autumn colors heal. We listen to life's rhythm. The meaning of oaks and rocks themselves reveal. The forest sleeps, Rest here my love.