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 somewehre in North.
Northernmost at the end of the rainbow.