A little fairy sitting sadly on a mushroom,
looking at a beautiful sunset, crying.
It is autumn and the winter is here soon,
winter, time for the darkness, for sleeping.
She is longing for the summer, desperately,
the sun, the warmth, the livelyhood of nature.
Soon all that will be gone, completely,
singing and dancing on the flowery fields, no more.
Only the memories to bring her warmth and light,
sweet memories of birds, flowers and waterfalls,
dancing fairies at midnight on Midsummer night.
She cries a tear and as it drops, darkness falls.