Poem By Carl Reiner Schultz
It was an evening when the sun had passed behind the hill
But a cloud stood straight above
And cast the sun yet through the leaves,
And lit the sky with an amber glow
As all the leaves of variant species,
Stood still within this realm of beauty.
There was no sound from man or beast to bid no doubt.
That man and nature still adhere
To the laws that God made clear.