Jackets, hats and flying scarves,
Autumn is painting trees in the parks,
Colder and colder, hands in gloves,
Nature is falling asleep, even larks.
Children, in contrast, are full of life,
Swinging on branches, climbing the trees,
Chasing poor squirrels like cats after mice,
Starting fearsome battles in colourful leaves.
Even on a gloomy, wet day in the fall,
They wear yellow raincoats and wellington boots,
To dance in the rain watching droplets fall,
To play in the mud, to search for mushrooms and tree stumps with roots.
Autumn is painting trees in the parks,
Colder and colder, hands in gloves,
Nature is falling asleep, even larks.
Children, in contrast, are full of life,
Swinging on branches, climbing the trees,
Chasing poor squirrels like cats after mice,
Starting fearsome battles in colourful leaves.
Even on a gloomy, wet day in the fall,
They wear yellow raincoats and wellington boots,
To dance in the rain watching droplets fall,
To play in the mud, to search for mushrooms and tree stumps with roots.