in nature there is silence now the rains have passed and sky keeps secrets, following last days with sorrow the wood, with sheded leaves, falls into a revarie
and it seems that leaves won't fall to hang, before the winds tear them away... cold nights and sunny days the sacrament of beauty.. and road to novel days
catch any thread and draw everything will spin at that time and the first snow, playing as a child rivives everything! so merrily! do you catch it?
while that new day has much impression still differs, all like for the first and for 12 months all birds and animals 'll forget the silent moments, and maybe somebody of us...