The mountains are starting to show signs of the fall season,
The sun rising over the blue mountains is the most beautiful view you'll ever see for a reason.
The wind whistles up the valley till the trees sing out songs of the land,
You can feel the coldness in the air as the breeze blasts upon your hand.
The color of the trees are starting to show signs of red, orange and yellow,
Soon all the leaves will be gone and the valley will be empty and mellow.
The orange sky's make the far away mountains fade to a blur,
But the pine trees close to us show us the fullness of fur.
The clouds above tinted with the suns rays just enough to show us they're blush,
They soon blow away with the winds blowing thrush.
While this is some of God's greatest work you see here,
It only a small compare to what we'll see in heaven when we get there.
Ezekiel 7:7
The morning is come unto thee,
O thou that dwellest in the land:
the time is come, the day of trouble is near,
and not the sounding again of the mountains.
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