I be retrospective and peep in to my younger days
The season of the life, where everything was so green,
After the youth has passed away,
The colored leaves, like memories waltz, in the silence,
I gather the strength and decide I must dance, and presage the coming glory.
This Autumn beauty striding hope in an unfolding story.
A hope of eternal life, beyond what the eye can see, the mountains, the streams,
The challenges and the dreams...
A promised resurrection, and God who holds the key.
The cycle will continue, till she blooms again at last,
I will see little flowers smiling in my garden,
This autumn will pass and I will bear new hopes new dreams
Walking straight with proud of my past and pride of my possessions