Autumn. The mirror of nature

The forest was silent... Only the golden leaves of the birch played a little, bathing in the sparkles of the sun… Ah, the yellow forest, the yellow forest… Heres a piece of happiness for you. Heres a place for you to think. In the autumn sunny forest, a person becomes cleaner — yes, it would be more often for all of us to go to this yellow forest..." (G. Troepolsky. "White Beam Black Ear"