I’m walking over the autumn,
Admiring the skies so blue and clear,
Breathing in the gold of the leaves,
Blessing the stars for my being here.
Quietly is the autumn day rustling,
Filling my heart with joy and happiness.
Trembling high above the ground,
There remain the burning flames.
The rampage of the brightest colors,
The whirlwind of the dance in style.
The gifts of the generous autumn
Are scattered around to please the eye.
Autumn The Wonder is in all its glory,
Covering the earth with Persian carpets.
Nature, being canvas for embroidery,
Lets autumn stitch most dazzling patterns.
