The fiery leaves of the maple
are floating smoothly over ground,
carried by the naughty wind
to depart with the sunset.
The sun does not want to leave,
the sky glows in ancient gold.
Above the amber pile of corn
my carroty kitten dreams.
The vines climb up the hill
with fragrant honey grapes.
I stared after the flocks of birds
and with them I fly above the planet.
To the scarlet sky, the life-giving sun,
among fruits, flowers and clouds -
I flow into the autumn aura
with a sparkling chrysanthemum on the ear.