In nature there is silence now The rains have pa**ed and sky keeps secrets, Following last days with sorrow The wood, with shaded leaves, Falls into a reverie 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 Revives 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 we'll forget The silent moments, and maybe somebody of us...