MAGIC BUS: Fall, Forest Meadow at Sunrise

The morning air is crisp and clear, A magic bus is drawing near,
It's taking us to Forest Meadow, The leaves of Fall are bright and yellow. The sunrise brings its beauty bright, Astonishing and wondrous sight, The colours that fill the sky, Are here to make us feel alive. The magic bus draws to a halt, It's time to explore this forest vault, We step outside and take a breath, The morning air is full of death. For this is Nature's wondrous show, Where death and life in balance go,
In Forest Meadow we can see, The beauty of our mortality.