Oh softly, softly, fall the leaves of autumn
The air that change and colors dance
Through the lights of rainbow dreams
Still blow away they go
Till ground in heaps
They spread
And fade
For dead
So pass
The days
Of autumn rays
Where all thy charms
Seemed an endless symphony
Of chills and thrills and afternoon
Tea to wash away the early morned
Misery that melancholy doth make
Oh earth when will they from death
Awake to rise within and grow thy
Shoots once more
When will thy
Leaves grow
Long ere
More
If
For
Lonely
Days to cheer
If wild and wonder
To draw us back again
Asunder from thy darker
Days to fill the world with
Praise to season and amaze
Oh for worlds of brighter days
Yet for all the days of autumn
Come and past till we see
At last shall wander we
In its deep reflection
To wade and wonder
In it soft soothing
Shadows to play
In its portrait
Array for
One more
Day
For
Still
Within
Thy gloom
Presume we
Tis still a light
Of hope we hang
Our cares and courses
Through the years to find
Our lives have changed
Our meadows have
Meandered cross
A distant valley
Washed away
Upon the
Bubbling
Brook
To
Toss
About
Again in
Another land
Where all of life
Began and once again
Are we reminded our lives
As fragile as a fleeting dandy
Dawdling away until at last one
Day it too shall fly away no more
To blaze amid the summer days
Yet still the thrill of youthful
Will shall teach us to adore
The trifling treasures
Once more for all
Of life was meant
To be enjoyed
And cherised
For its charm
Still ere we forget
A fool would we to
Think this is all we are
Or ere shall be for though
This life tis fleeting that which
Lies beyond is far greater than
Thy wildest imaginings a world
Within worlds where wonders and
Possibilities never cease where souls
At last may find their peace if they
Find the one and greatest thing
Of all their lives have longed
To taste and see the thing
For which they always
Knew yet never the
Words to utter in
When at last to
Be beckoned
In to that
Place of
Glory
Where
Words canst
Speak thy greatest
Story the author himself
Doth please to dwell among
Man for more than just a spell
For all eternity and ere beyond
Shall be within the realms of his
Great garden of grace where
At last shall we together
See Him face to face
For all of time and
Space no more
A dream but
True
-Joshua Lee Foist
The air that change and colors dance
Through the lights of rainbow dreams
Still blow away they go
Till ground in heaps
They spread
And fade
For dead
So pass
The days
Of autumn rays
Where all thy charms
Seemed an endless symphony
Of chills and thrills and afternoon
Tea to wash away the early morned
Misery that melancholy doth make
Oh earth when will they from death
Awake to rise within and grow thy
Shoots once more
When will thy
Leaves grow
Long ere
More
If
For
Lonely
Days to cheer
If wild and wonder
To draw us back again
Asunder from thy darker
Days to fill the world with
Praise to season and amaze
Oh for worlds of brighter days
Yet for all the days of autumn
Come and past till we see
At last shall wander we
In its deep reflection
To wade and wonder
In it soft soothing
Shadows to play
In its portrait
Array for
One more
Day
For
Still
Within
Thy gloom
Presume we
Tis still a light
Of hope we hang
Our cares and courses
Through the years to find
Our lives have changed
Our meadows have
Meandered cross
A distant valley
Washed away
Upon the
Bubbling
Brook
To
Toss
About
Again in
Another land
Where all of life
Began and once again
Are we reminded our lives
As fragile as a fleeting dandy
Dawdling away until at last one
Day it too shall fly away no more
To blaze amid the summer days
Yet still the thrill of youthful
Will shall teach us to adore
The trifling treasures
Once more for all
Of life was meant
To be enjoyed
And cherised
For its charm
Still ere we forget
A fool would we to
Think this is all we are
Or ere shall be for though
This life tis fleeting that which
Lies beyond is far greater than
Thy wildest imaginings a world
Within worlds where wonders and
Possibilities never cease where souls
At last may find their peace if they
Find the one and greatest thing
Of all their lives have longed
To taste and see the thing
For which they always
Knew yet never the
Words to utter in
When at last to
Be beckoned
In to that
Place of
Glory
Where
Words canst
Speak thy greatest
Story the author himself
Doth please to dwell among
Man for more than just a spell
For all eternity and ere beyond
Shall be within the realms of his
Great garden of grace where
At last shall we together
See Him face to face
For all of time and
Space no more
A dream but
True
-Joshua Lee Foist
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