I will enter the quiet wood,

On the rustling leaves I will dance,

I will watch the Godhood,

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 wind says,

I will feel the tender breeze.

I will see a birch in gilding,

A maple in its nice crimson,

A spiders beautiful sewing

Created with Gods benison.

The Sun will play with the dewdrops,

The leaves will dance rock and roll.

Feeling desirable aromas of hops

The autumn will be a droll.

I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty

Where only peace and harmony are on duty.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 17^th of September, 2011