Odland

The wind streaks the last green and the summer days have passed
Fog engulfs the forest, in odor andtwilight world descends
A last ray of the old bliss trickles over the valley
And scathes the darkened site, forest and heath shine
Like a spring days reflection glistens on the skin of winter
Why should this all fade away?
Wandering through a deep glen, where no
Rememberance of bright days is left
Leaves are melting the moisture of the air
Languishing for the last elixir of life
Soon only drought boughs will rise
To the welkin at dusk
To demand a ray of dying life
Shadows, who have been holding their protecting hands over this idyll
Grow pale in this embrace of final salvation
While this evening is dozing
I bestow my favour on the discord of this ambience
The autumnal wind endresses the universe in shroud and his moaning dies away in eternity
Coldness enthrones the warming fulfillment
Which spoiled me and draws the veil of oblivion over the scene
A last breath is being exhausted to bottomless abyss
And the land drowns down in everlasting dust