Autumn seems to be made to meditate
on field paths in the sunset breeze

with my own eyes that change color
according to the time and place,

the splendor of the trees shines within me
in my mind and in my heart,

have always improved my vision
of love, truth, beauty,

restore their embrace forever
the integrity of my life.

The trees whisper to me their love
inflame my heart and my soul
lights of ardor,

is the Spirit of God living in them
to do all this ...

the forest is a poetic beauty
timeless, inspiring the soul
shares his spiritual grace,

the forest heals the spirit with its silence
and fills the heart of serene love and sacrifice.

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