On a frosty morning,
I bid goodbye
to the last leaves
of the maple tree.
Will wait in earnest
till she’s clothed again
in tender green,
ushering in new hopes,
new joys, of a blessed season
with beauty unsurpassed!
The rise and fall… As my thoughts flow
On a frosty morning,
I bid goodbye
to the last leaves
of the maple tree.
Will wait in earnest
till she’s clothed again
in tender green,
ushering in new hopes,
new joys, of a blessed season
with beauty unsurpassed!