The orange, yellow, and red all over the ground.
The crunching beneath my feet.
The sound of the birds in the morning.
I think its here.
The season of rebirth, the season of new life.
Its time to celebrate.
I listen to the morning and feel at peace.
The baby birds sing and the deer play.
I think I'll so and join the cheer of fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem