I walked along a country road, <br />one sunny autumn day. <br />And gazed upon the beauty, <br />The woodland did portray. <br /> <br />Red and green, brown and gold, <br />Such wondrous beauty to behold, <br />I stood in awe in this beautiful land. <br />Knowing it was the touch of the masters hand. <br /> <br />Soon this beauty will fade, <br />And the chilly winds flow, <br />And the hills be covered with a blanket of snow. <br />Then once more spring will reappear, <br />with flowers in bloom and the robin, so dear; <br /> <br />It's all so amazing and O so grand; <br />Because of the touch of the master's hand.<br /><br />Richard McClellan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-at-its-best-via-j-partee/
