The quilt of colors of these fall days;
Bring ooh's and aah's and only praise;
For the master's brush wields the perfect blend;
All the hues of earth from end to end;
And all the wonders without number;
That we get to see before earth's slumber;
When the world will be caught in the hush
Of winter's quiet sleep;
While mother nature does her work, and
All her secrets, she will keep;
Till spring breaks through in all it's glory;
To reveal once again the wondrous story;
Of the beauty and splendor each season brings;
To spark the song that your soul sings.