Oh, the splendour of the autumn when the shades of colour glow;
When the trees dressed in their glory stir up shadows to and fro.
When the twilight sun is sinking, dusk embraces Mother Earth;
What a joy to catch the splendour, moments of unmeasured worth.
Stop a while and ponder nature, thank the Lord for all you see;
For our use and for their beauty, God created every tree.
Poet: Greta Zwaan