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                                                 "Autumn's Paint Brush"


                When autum picks up her paint brush
                  and splashes her colors on trees.
                It seems that her hand must be quided
                            By power that nobody sees.

                Each tree dons her color so brilliant.
                     The Elm the Maple so tall.
                       and even the little bushes
                 Make pictures that last thro the fall.

             The hills are all covered with blankets
                          of yellow gold and green.
              Thers scarlet and red and orange.
                     and colors we've never seen.

                For only Autumn can choose
             the color she wants for each leaf,
             and surely the ones she chooses,
             are beautiful beyond belief.

            I think that God and his glory
            send these colors down from above,
           and makes each tree blush a little,
           with his wounderful heavenly love.

           these trees stand patiently waiting.
           for admiration by all.
           for they know soon the wind will be blowing.
           and there leaves will silently fall.

                     They know winter is near
               and soon they will be bare and then-
               they wait through the spring and summer.
               Till autumn picks up her paint brush again.


                                     Written By
                                                      Violet May Spaulding