A Ghostly Mystic Hand

While looking out my window One glorious fall day I see the changing of the leaves As I kneel down to pray I thank the Lord for all the hues He put upon the trees A kaleidoscope of color For all the world to see The autumn colors that I see On yonder forested hill It's that time of year you know The wind contains a chill Along will come the blustery winds With snow flakes soon to follow To blanket mother earth once more In every field and hollow We now look forward to the spring When rains will melt the snow Providing water to all things That soon begin to grow The crocus lifts it's lovely head The grass begins to green A magic time of year for us Done quickly, sight unseen Yet some one, somehow paints the scene Some ghostly mystic hand To resurrect the flowers and trees And create a colorful land. George D. Miller