A yellow leaf fall on my palm, -
A little sun of Autumn...
Light September wind, -
Leaves are waltzing...
The wave of smells:
The earth, warmed by the Sun;
The smoke of bonfires;
The perfume of trees' bark...
Water is in the fountain -
Golden-green liquid...
On the bottom - silver circles -
Hope to the happines.
A flock of sparrows is on my bench -
They sing their song light-heartedly.
A strong gust of wind - bronze-orange rain...
A tender light-blue sky,
Grey and white clouds.
Kindly light of the Sun.
The Nature lives.
I feel Her warm arms;
I hear Her melody;
I feel Her breath;
I enjoy Her beauty...
She is like my mother...