The autumn sun sinks in the sky

 And mother’s made a pumpkin pie.

       The children have returned to school

        And the autumn winds are strong and cool.

 

The summer’s gone and leaves turn gold;

The days grow short and sometimes cold.

     The wheat is safely stored away

      For making bread another day.

 

Thank God for all our fruit and flowers;

For warming sun and cooling showers.

    Thank God for all the birds that sing;

     Yes, thank you God for everything.

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