Red yellow orange brown and gray;
These are not the colors of May.
Leaves and pine needles on trees so tall,
Yes, these are colors of the melting fall.
Some will say it looks dreary and dead.
They wish for cheerier seasons ahead.
This season of colors so serious and warm
Holds promise of tranquility after the storm.
A symbol of death in beauty falling down;
In piles gathered making a crown.
Death to self given for life from above:
So much less than we give for His love.
Beauty for ashes and joy on the 'morrow;
Hate traded for love without selfish sorrow.
Red yellow orange brown and gray,
Shedding a light in the dawn of the day.
Redemption and eternal life was given,
Only for His people chosen, forgiven.
Death purchased the greatest gift of all:
Our reminder of that is the colors of fall.
Brown for the cross and red for the blood,
Yellow and orange for the light from above,
Gray is the color of the stone rolled away;
A symbol of hope for every new day.