The sunset's glowing colors,
The music in the trees;
The sweet perfume of summer,
That is born on a wandering breeze.
The kaleidoscope of Autumn,
Along a long country lane;
The beauty of a falling snowflake,
The lullaby of the rain.
Our families love to see us,
Good friends that are always near;
They hope to cheer and comfort,
A nd keep peace with us each year.
Tomorrows special promise,
That is given to you and me;
Of all we hold and cherish,
Life's most precious things are FREE!
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RJ Lyons
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'The kaleidoscope of Autumn' - That is beautiful!