Autumn-Land

The path ahead I do not know. I cannot see which way to go. But with my hands held firmly tight, I'll trust my steps will be made right. Your gait is slow, though mine is too. For there's no rush when I'm with you. With loving smiles you point and show, And teach me things I did not know. My grand-ma-ma, your hand is warm. With grand-pa-pa, I fear no harm. Your Autumn years you spend with me; It's precious time as I will see. While Autumn lends its colored hues, And trees, their leaves begin to lose, We walk together hand in hand Sharing love in Autumn-Land.