it's summers end
a song of thankfulness
is penned
for fruits of goodness
that God sends
His faithfulness
do we depend
if life's a cycle
this warmth is our friend
as with all good things
the leaves will descend
and life itself
on which we depend
becomes so thin
we can not comprehend
what the future holds
but yet we transcend
to that which was promised
which God portends
and in midst of loss
we shall ascend
to Him who sends singing
we no longer contend
A time for crickets-
at summers end.
