The gentle, whispy, floating sounds of season’s splendor.

Remind me of the reigning power of God.
Quiet, magnificent, all powerful, still.

How soothing to my soul – watching, listening;
Accompanied by the chirping choir perched in all their regal splendor.

Nestled amongst the statuesque limbs from which these gorgeous gems drift down colorfully, magically.

Warm paint splatters dropping from the Master’s artful brush.

It’s Fall!! It’s Fall! Praise God, It’s Fall Yall!!