A mature apple was in my hand,
The season of wisdom was on the Land.
The dew was still on the grass.
Amber and red colors were on a background of blue,
To warm countries the birds flew.
Spreading maple has turned red.
He was afraid to lose his head,
He was in unrequited love with the rowan.
How much he wanted her to be his woman.
There were no leaves soebs lace has wreathed around the bough.
The sunbeams ran among the trees,
A naughty breeze invited for a dance of the leaves.
At last only one leaf agreed to dance,
The rest didn’t see in it any romance.
With picturesque and colorful gamma
Our Lord has sent to the Earth
To meet a new season with a mirth.
We admire the beauty of nature again,
The warmth in our hearts remains.
God gave us another touch of summer warmth,
So that we could overcome winter storms.
God left us the gift of consolation,
The gift of love and inspiration.
