THE FIRST NOVEMBER MORNING
The sun is shining round about us
Everything is crisp and clear,
On the first November morning
A touch of autumn’s in the air.
The trees are standing tall and bare
The leaves all laying on the ground
All blowing in the wind
Like children twirling round and round
The nighttime sky comes early now
The moon is large it’s looking cold.
The clouds are gray, and Autumn’s here
There’s a touch of winter in the air.
So as we look around us at the
Magisty of this Wonder
Of A universe with beauty so adorned,
We can only look in thankfulness that
we are privileged to share the beauty of.
THIS FIRST NOVEMBER MORNING.
Rev. Marie Yvonne