Once Again When Seasons Change
Time for the switching of seasons again;
Just look at these colors as we begin.
Trees and shrubs now orange, gold and brown;
Flowers are awesome as you drive around to wn.
Nice to see those gorgeous pumpkins sitting out;
The eye of a child, they know what this is about.
Stands for more than just goblins and ghosts;
It's that day of Thanksgiving we think of the most.
Creatures of nature realize change is closing in;
Animals in the wilderness begin preparing their dens.
Birds begin migrating to settle in a warmer home;
Realizing God will be cooling here where they roam.
These things don't just happen by chance my friend;
The den, the nests, God instilled in them this trend.
Like He said He would care for every living creature;
We, as His children, need to believe in this feature.
Pray that this Thanksgiving season, the hungry will eat;
Little children will not be found crying on the street.
Make us servants to go out take care of those in need;
"Once Again When Seasons Change", we give Thanks to Thee.
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