Fall is upon us, 

Greening leaves no longer, 

Oranges floating to the ground,

The chill is growing stronger.

The cosmic cycle clicks again, 

Our lives have been made shorter, 

The worth of them enhanced again, 

His Will the true exhorter.

Lay themselves upon the ground, 

Be sucked up into seed, 

That two clicks from now, 

They're lifted up, 

And blossomed into trees.

The Lesser taken, trashed, and stole,

Creator's hand will make it whole,

The Lesser churned, 

Within ablater,

That it can be formed to Greater. 

Joyous praise the end is fun, 

That we may see what must be done;

In perfect retrospect we spy,

From the very point we die:

The Purpose (and The Future.)