Wintertime is coming
Leaves are being shed
Lovely shades of yellow
Touch of crimson red.

Frost is on the pumpkin
Hunter with his gun
Days are growing shorter
Golden fields are spun.

God is quite the artist
Paints a canopy
Adds a splash of color
For everyone to see.

Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson
2004

A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life.