Winds of an autumn evening

Tis isn't often that I forget,

  The tons of load to do and set

All I wish to is stand and catch some

  The leaves in winds of autumn.

The leaves in winds that are yellow and pink

  And petals of flowers red and blue

In the stream they float but not sink

  And tell stories of hopes of dew.

The memory blooms and the painfully sweet 

  Fragrance carried to my own afar dead

Come back to life and repeat to repeat

  Hopes and dreams and tears that betrayed.

Yet O winds, I love your autumn twist;

  For the flowers of hope planted before,

Now bear the finest fruits of Eden,

  And remind me of old stories lore 

What more, more do I say of them,

  The magic, magic carries me to lands never dreamed;

 The love, love To the depths unfathomed,

  And the music, a song to fill the soul till brim.

In this season of parting and Goodbye,

  Like the river that welcomes fallen leaves,

May my heart open the doors for love,

  And when the winds turn cold Thou God,

In Your Blessing my soul beheld by a dove.