Glowing trees
The arm of autumn that extends To the depth of forest, in order to wave The beautiful goodbye is sooner to come To roll the colors and turns to bright The oldest trees that glow in the light Similar to spring in the first birth The wavering arm of autumn extends Touches the soul that longs to the humidity Moves the heart in order to sing When the wind plays on the string The scattered clouds in the way to gathering To wage the first offensive of the water falling To wash the land for the whiteness to wear For stars of Christmas is later to born
