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In trees, the wind is singing quietly.
The night shows us the breath of cold.
The leaves, so colorful fall softly.
The hills look great like red and gold.

Like curtains lies the fog on meadows.
The songs of birds will fade away.
So countless are the kinds of shadows.
The days show many shades of gray.

And Flocks of birds begin their flying,
to find a place so warm and bright.
Their melodies are farewells crying,
you can it hear all day and night.

The droplets on the nets of spiders
let shine them like the strings of pearls.
The spiders seem to be like riders,
They are right there to scare the girls.

The kids, they love to play in puddle,
and love to make from leaves a hill.
For parents sometimes it's a struggle
to keep the children calm and still.

The fall, it says goodbye to summer,
and shows the colors all around.
But soon, the winter comes as drummer,
and sends its tune with own sound.

And there, between goodbye and welcome,
it's task always the fall fulfills.
It was the summer where he came from,
and he will go with winter's will.