• The season of the year, after youth has passed away,
    The colored leaves shall waltz, until at last they lay.
    Alone each must dance, and foretell of coming glory.
    Autumn's beauty giving hope in an unfolding story.
    A hope of eternal life, beyond what the eye can see,
    A promised resurrection, and God who holds the key.
    The cycle will continue, till she blooms again at last,
    Through the season's cycle, we may find hope in autumns passed.