Fields of corn stand tall and gold,Β
Stories of harvest quietly told.
With thankful hearts, the work begins,Β
each ending day, new grace within.Β
Frost-kissed mornings, pumpkins bright;Β
lanterns glowing softly at night.
Though leaves may fall, the truth is clear,Β
Godβs steady hand keeps us near.Β
The table set, the family near,Β
Gratitude whispers in every ear.
Through trials faced and blessings known,Β
Contentment seeds are always sown.Β
Snow drapes the fields in quiet white,
Stars above shine warm and bright.
In stillness, faith and love increase,