No one landscapes like the Father.
With fiery eloquence He strows;
A splash of color from His palette
On Creation here below!
We plant the seed - He gives the sunshine.
We tend the soil - He sends the rain.
It's with greatest aspiration
That such Beauty comes from pain.
Oh, to spot the colored hillside…
Yellow-orange, with hints of red;
A sight which takes my breath away,
Before fall leaves are shed.
One spectacle of artistry
Fashioned for our sense of awe.
Might we e'er try to remember-
'Tis same sight that Adam saw!
