The aspen and the maple and the oak,
By autumn magic change to red and gold'
And nut filled cones at last by frost are cracked
And squirrels gather all their stores will hold.
The forest shades are silent; now and then
Stirred by dropping nut or busy squirrel;
a Gentle deer, a quail or lone sage hen.
Autumn has cast her spell upon the world.
As I beloved this change by nature wrought,
It makes me feel the littleness of man.
I feel that God is nearer than I thought.
I sense the working of a perfect plan.