Poesia di Eugenio Zoppis
The wind is whispering the trees
Sweet tales of a rich summer past
Sweet memories, that won’t be lost.
And the wind stirs the autumn leaves
Sending glimmers of twinkling gold
Amidst the bushy manes still green,
Showing the summer glory that has been
What made the mighty oaks so bold.
It whispers gently its autumnal call:
Hurry up to live, it is already fall!