Decor
Threads of yellow-green grass
shyly emerge from the ground,
Trees with white, lightly scattered bark
protect them from the wind,
The shadow of a smiling fisherman
ripples on the surface of the water,
On the distant mountain
green moss climbs.
Trees in a thousand colours
pamper me with their touches,
It's autumn and the leaves rise
to the sky, like butterflies in flight,
From the midst of the violet lake
a strange being creates magical ripples,
Relaxing music echoes
from unseen distances.
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