Submitted by ub on Mon, 10/21/2013 - 00:20

The gentle motion of October's end
those golden and red colored leaves,

afterwards, the fall clears off its foliage,
infinity takes over thought.

How noble and peaceful this vision
of everything, oh beautiful meadows
your flowers, oh and cold water, you get wet
with your crystal shaken the wind!

Golden Enchantment and pure
the body, made soul is touched,
lying in the greenery of a hill!

In a decay of beauty,
bare life, and shines
the excellence of its divine truth.