Feel the magic all around,
Leaves floating in the air.
See the Sprites scamper across the ground
without a worry or a care.
Smell the fragrence of the dampened Earth,
moisture gathering where leaves lie.
Hear the faeries sing their mirth
up to the clouds in the sky.
Taste the crispness of the wind
as it blows past your face.
A new season is soon to begin
while the last leaves not a trace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem