I walk along the track,
There before me is a wood,
It’s trees changing,
Changing colour.
The reds, yellows and oranges
Fill me with wonder
As Nature’s artwork shows its glory
And Autumn comes to my world.
A time that always brings that wonder,
Brings that wonder to me.
Nature is a natural artist
And over the year shows many canvases
With differing colours each season.
That glory always inspires me,
To show what a wonderful world,
What a wonderful world we have.