A silent wind skulking around, preluder of the storm to come.
The world stands still without a sound and falls asleep, tiresome.
Warmness fades and rising shades are covering the land.
Cloud – covered and flume – this is a seasons borderland.
The growing and the greenness fade, the coldness,
It bereaves, the nature’s moving essence – The wind blows colors In the leaves.
The threes, the woods in red and brown disguised in variegation.
I stand and see the nature drown.
The summers abdication.
Warmness fades and rising shades give a flowerage a stand.
Towards into coldness, this is a seasons borderland.
Autumn is the word which is entering in my ear.
I raise my glancing to watch the sky to verify, what I have to hear.
The swans are leaving to the south, majestic beings fleeing.
The days are getting colder.
This is the autumns being.
I stand in the forest as the mornings awakes.
Autumn has risen, the first autumn day,
As the rising run shines through the trees –
The inner coldness fades away.

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