Psalm of Autumn

The crystal azure sky of Autumn proclaims,
" I am free from all stigmas."
The dazzling bright sunlight summons,
" O, white cloud uphold your sail to fleet."
The gentle wind over the 'Kash' announces,
" I am the herbinger of festives."

The grass blade flirtiously says,
" I am wrething with pearls."
A Chanticleer clarions,
"Let us start a new day with aspiration,
there will be not a single nude child
in these days of celebration."