Into autumns’ solstice
Dawning rising bright
Glorious the vison
A pasture of the light
Tongues of fire shine
On green grass of swaying
A harvest for the soul
All creation praying
What could this represent?
Souls who’ve gone before?
Angels of surrounding?
What heaven has in store?
Let His treasure flow
In blessings of to be
Of the many ways
God loves you and me