Fiery woods and golden trees are glittering beneath clear sky silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high
Beholding the great vast forest I can see the colours of autumn Nightly frost that made flowers withered is silent messenger of whole life's doom
Melancholy mood within nature I feel cool touch of upcoming snow which is born somewhere in North Northernmost at the end of the rainbow
The burning colours of autumn such a beatiful garment for death last flashing of once vitality but already is to feel dying breath
Not long within further time all what I see is in the grip of frost that's the eternal circle of birth and death but still I enjoy what soon shall be lost the everlasting colours of autumn