Autumn Morning

The sun forces her face through the dark morning sky...
The trees are illuminated with their new autumn garb...
Birds converse on the dry, crunchy grass...
And the lumbering cows meander behind the fences of barb...
The morning is anew and yesterday is gone...
Hot summer nights give way to a cool dawn...
My troubles are constant yet seem to fade away...
They sing songs up in the church about such days...
So when life seems dreadful and you can't go on...
Remember these mornings, for life's not that long...