Song Of Autumn

Tears are falling from the trees
Dried yellow leaf-seas
A forest with power lost
Time is here, it has come.

Feel the scent of decay
Silent decaying words of the branches
As they talk with the wind
In hope for a better future.

Sad willow, dead bird
There's fog, cold and mud all over the place
The rotting soul of summer sinking
Teardrops are falling from the trees into the deep.

Lonely pine forests, misty mornings
See nothing else but the blue sky
At night beyond them the star signs forming a line
The numbers of year rings growing inside.

Sound of cry calls from the deep
Like a miserable child shouting towards the sky
With grey and pale face
Maybe one day it existed.

Ripple of cracking branches
Mute silent howling
A last teardrop falls down to the ground
The Carpathians singing the song of Autumn.