By Janeal MulaneyIt all starts with one fresh brush,
The paint is in swirls, but what for is the rush,
All the fall colors are ready to go,
God touches the brush and raises his hand
Then slides over the canvas in a smooth flow
Low and behold there are so many colors
Reds, oranges, yellows and browns
God brought fall alive with the flick of his hand
Trees are turning, while plants go in to hiding
Winter is coming but first all the leaves falling
We look up to the heavens and thank God for beautiful sight.
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