Autumn days

The dark sky is leaving -
End of the night -
Now raises mist in the valleys
Hidden the day.

Light falls trough the fog
Like a golden sea it seems
At last awakens the day
And sing the birds.

Red-gold the leaves of the forest
Gone is the mist
Sparks at the trees are glittering
Like tears of the sun

A whispering wind stirs the branches
A shudder in the leaves
Like a golden rain they are falling
In Yavanna's days.

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