I will enter the quiet woods,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhoods,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.

I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what the wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.

I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spider’s beautiful sewing
Created with God’s benison.

The Sun will play with the dewdrops,
The leaves will dance to rock and roll.
Feeling desirable aromas of hops
The autumn will be a droll.

I will be fascinated by autumn’s beauty
Where only peace and harmony are on duty.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska