Gods Country
Draping upon from dusk to dawn all
becomes semiprivate in it's wake
Even the birds this day are silent
sleeping in late, waiting for the morning sun
to burn off this curtain of mist
Autumn is truly a season to behold in the
land of Southern hospitality
The trees celebrate with leaves of Gold and
Amber color schemes reminding one of God's
hand being always here
There is something magical when a curtain
thick will give way, allowing a new masterpiece
to become a feast for eyes
and as the Sun rises, an unveiling grand in
scope becomes evident
this is Gods country
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