Autumn knocked upon my window: Come now, sleeper, rise with haste, Bring a knife and wicker basket, Gather mushrooms—don't delay…
Arguing with this lady's pointless, Days have grown so very short. Iron logic rings within her words: Nights are long enough for sleep.
Into the forest now I venture, Drawing in the freshest air, Fragrant with the autumn rainfall, Filled with wondrous mystery…
Silence welcomes without frightening, Like a shawl that wraps me warm, Secrets of creation opening, All my sorrow washed away.
See the trees in moss adorning, Writing landscapes intricate. Oaks spread carpets of their leaves out, Beckoning to enchanted dreams.
Deer go bounding past us swiftly, Filling hearts with joy and awe… How divinely, every moment, Nature shows us God's great love!!!
The day rushed past like arrows flying, Yet no mushrooms did we find. Still we're satisfied within ourselves, Closer now to truth we've come…
Viewing such exquisite beauty, We perceive the Maker's hand. And the soul finds peace and stillness, Knowing Him in all our fate…
