Hosta flowers lift their purple bells, Where summer’s gentle fragrance dwells. Green leaves gather morning rain, While autumn whispers through the lane. The garden pauses, fresh and bright, Preparing for a golden light. Each flower seems to softly say, “Give thanks for this remaining day.” Soon leaves will turn, then drift away, Yet beauty blooms in every change. So welcome fall with grateful hearts, For every season has its part. “There is a time for everything, and a season