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 ean 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. The burning colours of autumn, such a beatuiful garment for d**h!
Last flashing of once vitality, but already I can feel dying breath. Not so long within further time is all what I see the grip of frost. That's the eternal cycle of birth and d**h. 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 ean see the colours of autumn. Nightly frost that made flowers withered is silent messenger of whole life's doom.