Nature #THE SEASONS

I know a planet where there is a Crimson Mister. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved anyone. He has never done anything but addition. And all day long he repeats like you: "I am a serious man! I am a serious man!" and it makes him swell with pride. But he is not a man, he is a mushroom!

Red, the maple leaves. Orange, the wild mushrooms. Yellow, the veiled sun. Brown, like the trunk. Beautiful are the colors of autumn!

In autumn, you always see something that surprises you!

Glorious October smiles on nature. It seems that summer revives the bushes. A fresh wind, which the smell of faded woods saturates, on the grass and on the waters makes its shivers run.!

Look at the marshes, listen to their murmurs, there, between the water and the earth, resides a world where every secret is a door to infinity,