I walked by the lake, I saw the season has changed

The landscape so rich and full of color

I thought to myself this is a place of no lack

Who else could paint the beauty of this Fall but the Master

Who else can change a season so timely; but the Master

No other brush can mix such form and contour

The reflections of trees and the sun layered in water

The long grasses blooming over the white field of tiny flowers

Some yellow, lilac and even blue flowers laughing at the falling leaves

O what a change of season, that only the Master can paint

I know he is renewing my youth like an eagle

As I walk by the lake, I have no lack.

He is changing my season as I stand here in awe!

I can feel it in my soul, I can smell it in the air

Today he has touched me in a new way and great shall be my days

As I walk upon my high places in this new season.