Once the trees were green green green
that's all that could be seen
but now I see
on every tree
colors fit for any queen.
There's orange and yellow and gold,
every red from pale to bold,
It makes me glad
that God's my dad,
to color the trees when its cold!
[Words by Pat Treat, 2004; to the tune to "The B-I-B-L-E, now that's the book for me.."]