A faded adventure experienced with weary eyes.
Sound of leaves.
beating in the ear with the force of strong cold winds:
A music of fall...

The roses of poetical spring weep everywhere;
Colors are plaintive.
Nightingales in quiet lands lament:
Single melancholy notes.

Fountains are lost in thick mists of sorrow.
waters drip tenderly
Swans draw in their slender necks
in the search for spring

Plains groan in tears hills weep in pangs of separation;
every sound is an elegy
Blue green pink and orange colors are in mourning;
each is groaning deeply

Like the last minutes of a life about to terminate.
every wail is a farewell..
When looked to carefully the end of the world is visible;
what an alarming scene!

Spring and summer are each an enchanting memory.
lost in romantic fancies
Yet those fancies open to hopes stirring in the conscience;
diverse routes to the realms beyond

Eternity is sensed in each impression of transience.
until man catches sight of it.
Reason and logic are refined to seek out that other world.
reaching the realm of inspiration

Man feels the mysterious silence of death;
problems are resolved finally..
Everyone sees the end of the way he treads;
kneels down trembling.

Tongue-tied with dread of going into non-existence.
faith opens up a way to new horizons.
Sobbing that his inevitable end is at last at hand;
eternity sends out lights.

Thought falls into earth like a seed
to prepare itself for spring.
It hastens to where it reaches gardens of Eden
to meet with the Beloved.

Without feeling pain or anguish.
As treasured as a welcome birth.
One overflows with delight to feel eternity
as enrapturing as eternity itself.

Fall is the sign that a new birth is on the way.
coming at the break of dawn;
Hope resounds throughout fall without ceasing at all;
spring awaits a few steps away