Poem: Here comes the autumn

Here comes the autumn,
fading out the glory
and charms of the summer.
The leaves drop
and roses lose their colors.
Mourning for the annihilation
or giving way to the new season?
Sitting in a park
I dip in my thoughts –
the dew, the spring and the fall.
Oh, nothing is stagnant
nothing infinite, nothing forever!
Sooner or later all have to diminish.
Spring and fall keep their cycles
one after the other.
But the flowers bloom again –
no need to be pessimistic,
the life always comes back.