When autumn comes ...

< Felix Komarov



When autumn comes,
Trees shed their leaves,
Initially, plunging their juices,
Therefore, the yellow
Asleep gardens landscapes.
All the power goes to the root.
Winter is coming menacingly,
And we must live up to the summer.
Trees -they people.
Their zimy- as our old age.
Yellow old passion,
Goes all the juice desires.
A root - the soul without death
. Testaments of their births
All that is collected from the sky,
All that is absorbed from the soil,
The Statement retains the root.
And leaves can be painful,
Their life flows away to the branches.
And leaves can be scary,
When it's northern
Cremation old leaves
And black smoke marks.
And how to die to death?
Only branches cold
skeleton Leave. All the forces of the vine!
He will strike the earth the center.
He cut through the sky branch.
He raises his trunk to God.
And God comes down on the trunk.
And will new leaves.
Once again, their time will come.
During the summer comes autumn.
For death comes birth.

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