I love to go to the falls
　　To watch the leaves of autumn
　　The colors are so beautiful to see
　　They have great meaning for me
　　Orange is for the golden sun
　　Green is for new life to come
　　Brown is for my memories
　　The crispness of the falling leaves
　　Is nature coming in my heart
　　As I watch I feel the mystery
　　For Jesus love in this world we see
　　The leaves of autumn touch the ground
　　Tall trees, I am surrounded, abode
　　As I look for the sky, I can smell the leaves
　　When I pass by, the birds fly high to me
　　Singing in the trees, the squirrels climb
　　Up on the roots, an old oak tree
　　With much to tell, God's art to be
　　Plays such a part, in the leaves I know
　　It is a very special season, as we go.
　　Autumn Season
　　Autumn season is here once again
　　Such pretty trees of red, yellow and gold
　　The autumn winds are strong and chilly,
　　As the leaves fall, it's a beauty to behold.
　　The leaves fall and break from the trees
　　Oh how nice steping on the crunchy leaves
　　Listening to the sound of the autumn wind,
　　God created everything from beginning to end.
　　Summer is over, the flowers have faded
　　The grass is not growing as tall
　　The leaves break and fall to the ground,
　　A shifting change, God's hand is in it all.
　　We know who holds the world in place
　　Who gently holds us in His hands
　　We too are living in the autumn of life,
　　Autumn winds blow, but God understands.
　　Yes, we feel the gentle chill of fall
　　We smell the scent of lovely flowers
　　With summer past and autumn here,
　　We give God thanks for His love and cheer.
　　夏天
　　summer time
　　Summer is a wonderful time with lush and lovely flowers
　　God's sprinkling system sends heavenly raindrop showers
　　Bee's pollinate the flowers and make honey
　　Birds feed their young and chirp when they're hungry
　　Gardner's and farmers cultivate their flowers and crops
　　Evening bunnies romp and certain eves have moonlit props
　　Each and every season God's new miracles begin
　　In all God's creations we can see Christ within
　　Miraculous gift of life even in the smallest detail
　　Whether it's a huge tree or in a tiny snail
　　Veins in the leaves, petals of flowers
　　Winding creeks and wondrous tomorrows
　　Hot humid days to swim in ponds
　　Trickling water sounds
　　Taste the berries
　　Scent that carries
　　All in summertime.
　　God made roses in the spring
　　To bloom their best effect,
　　Beautiful and fragrant
　　With a sweet magnificence.
　　They grow with joy up to the sun
　　Swaying gently in the breeze,
　　Puncturing the balmy air
　　With all the tenderness we need.
　　I wonder then, where we are set
　　For if roses have a perfect plan,
　　Then we, blossoming where we are
　　Have a gift to understand.
　　What wonder shall He have in mind
　　How He wants His own to be,
　　Fulfilling the special role
　　Chosen just for you and me.
　　And if He wants it to be different
　　He knows just what to change,
　　So I'll be happy in my garden bed
　　Serving His domain..
　　Then with my unique array of petals
　　In the blooming I must do,
　　I can be His little rosebud
　　Unfolding love to you.
　　Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
　　Go tell her all I fain would dare,
　　Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
　　Tell her of all I fain would sing,
　　Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
　　~Michael Beverly~
　　Loveliest of lovely things are they
　　On earth that soonest pass away.
　　The rose that lives its little hour
　　Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
　　~William Cullen Bryant~ 　　I love to go to the falls
　　To watch the leaves of autumn
　　The colors are so beautiful to see
　　They have great meaning for me
　　Orange is for the golden sun
　　Green is for new life to come
　　Brown is for my memories
　　The crispness of the falling leaves
　　Is nature coming in my heart
　　As I watch I feel the mystery
　　For Jesus love in this world we see
　　The leaves of autumn touch the ground
　　Tall trees, I am surrounded, abode
　　As I look for the sky, I can smell the leaves
　　When I pass by, the birds fly high to me
　　Singing in the trees, the squirrels climb
　　Up on the roots, an old oak tree
　　With much to tell, God's art to be
　　Plays such a part, in the leaves I know
　　It is a very special season, as we go.
　　Autumn Season
　　Autumn season is here once again
　　Such pretty trees of red, yellow and gold
　　The autumn winds are strong and chilly,
　　As the leaves fall, it's a beauty to behold.
　　The leaves fall and break from the trees
　　Oh how nice steping on the crunchy leaves
　　Listening to the sound of the autumn wind,
　　God created everything from beginning to end.
　　Summer is over, the flowers have faded
　　The grass is not growing as tall
　　The leaves break and fall to the ground,
　　A shifting change, God's hand is in it all.
　　We know who holds the world in place
　　Who gently holds us in His hands
　　We too are living in the autumn of life,
　　Autumn winds blow, but God understands.
　　Yes, we feel the gentle chill of fall
　　We smell the scent of lovely flowers
　　With summer past and autumn here,
　　We give God thanks for His love and cheer.
　　夏天
　　summer time
　　Summer is a wonderful time with lush and lovely flowers
　　God's sprinkling system sends heavenly raindrop showers
　　Bee's pollinate the flowers and make honey
　　Birds feed their young and chirp when they're hungry
　　Gardner's and farmers cultivate their flowers and crops
　　Evening bunnies romp and certain eves have moonlit props
　　Each and every season God's new miracles begin
　　In all God's creations we can see Christ within
　　Miraculous gift of life even in the smallest detail
　　Whether it's a huge tree or in a tiny snail
　　Veins in the leaves, petals of flowers
　　Winding creeks and wondrous tomorrows
　　Hot humid days to swim in ponds
　　Trickling water sounds
　　Taste the berries
　　Scent that carries
　　All in summertime.
　　God made roses in the spring
　　To bloom their best effect,
　　Beautiful and fragrant
　　With a sweet magnificence.
　　They grow with joy up to the sun
　　Swaying gently in the breeze,
　　Puncturing the balmy air
　　With all the tenderness we need.
　　I wonder then, where we are set
　　For if roses have a perfect plan,
　　Then we, blossoming where we are
　　Have a gift to understand.
　　What wonder shall He have in mind
　　How He wants His own to be,
　　Fulfilling the special role
　　Chosen just for you and me.
　　And if He wants it to be different
　　He knows just what to change,
　　So I'll be happy in my garden bed
　　Serving His domain..
　　Then with my unique array of petals
　　In the blooming I must do,
　　I can be His little rosebud
　　Unfolding love to you.
　　Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
　　Go tell her all I fain would dare,
　　Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
　　Tell her of all I fain would sing,
　　Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
　　~Michael Beverly~
　　Loveliest of lovely things are they
　　On earth that soonest pass away.
　　The rose that lives its little hour
　　Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
　　~William Cullen Bryant~