The first burning candle

Like a newborn in a cradle

Forgotten at days

For autumnal landscapes



The slowly falling leaves

Like a man's heavy tear

Alone in the forest

Yearning for the sunset



The last growing flower

Like last september

In silence heard

Only one singing bird



The first cold wind blows

Like the rain in mist

Blows its tearful song

In the horizon



The first appearing star

Like a letter from afar

For the ones alone

With hearts of stone



The last autumn sight

Like a lonesome sigh

In the forest deep

Into wintry sleep