As autumn leaves flutter, In a crisp, gentle breeze, Nature dons her colors, With a grace that appease.
Gold, crimson, and amber, All dance in the air, A farewell to summer, With beauty so rare.
- Liselotte Aasmäe
As autumn leaves flutter, In a crisp, gentle breeze, Nature dons her colors, With a grace that appease.
Gold, crimson, and amber, All dance in the air, A farewell to summer, With beauty so rare.