The powerless green leaves already decayed
And the strong unsolicited aloof wind takes them away without their consent.
There is no any other option; unless the skeletal trees have to keep quiet against the mysterious unending force of nature.
Postscript
* Why did I tear down my glory? Why do you tear down my knowing when I haven't a better house to move into?
Extract............[ When the music's over (My journey into Schizophrenia) ]
-Ross.David.Burke-
beautiful peace..iam a fond of autumn too. and i also see autumn in a helpless personfication. it cant help but be pressed by all forces of nature to turn it's beauty into bleak winter..thank u
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I would like to translate this poem
Autumn is indeed a state of mind as well as a state of being. Your words are bittersweet and very touching. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra