Green Autum Rain

 
Withering cold...
Brought by year getting old...
Wind softly wind...
For all the secrets left to find...
Under white wool...
Grey world turns colourfull...
Suns joyfull glance...
In rythm of the moment dance...
Path made from stone...
Walked by silent and lone...
A journey to take...
To white tree forrest by black lake...
Acient Magic...
Heals wounds of all tragic...
Fades all the pain...
In my calm autum rain...