I will enter the quiet woods,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhoods,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.

I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what the wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.

I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spider’s beautiful sewing
Created with God’s benison.

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