Autumn colors by the pond,

A scenic landscape clear,

The foliage rich and vibrant,

Nature's singing, can you hear?

Like waves, the grass is swaying,

Clapping hands now are the trees,

And dancing by the peaceful pond,

Blessed is the one who sees,

Do not be blind or deaf or dead,

Awake to what is now,

The mountains softly whisper,

They ask not why, when or how,

The mind is but a shadow,

To the truth already shown,

With autumn colors calling,

Will you now pick up the phone?