Golden autumn lilies

Autumn comes to the forest gradually. At first only fragile birches are gilded. Then the mighty oak trees take up the baton. And only pines and spruces do not succumb to the general mood. They remain green invariably. But the trees, which are tightly surrounded by young Christmas trees, still decide to help the green beauties become a little brighter. You can watch the golden foliage fall from the trees. The wind picks it up and prevents it from landing on the ground. Yellow and red leaves fall on the thin needles of the Christmas tree. Then the golden autumn comes to the forest.
There is no silence in the forest. You can hear trees and animals talking everywhere. You can hear the wind sounding somewhere in the heights, in the tops of the trees. Modest bird songs are heard. And even falling foliage makes a noise similar to that of birds as they soar. And if there are people in the forest, the sounds of nature almost die down. Exclamations of joy are heard. It was someone who found a gift from the forest - a mycelium. Someone reverberates, someone quietly hums. And no matter how these sounds are pronounced, even in a whisper, all the inhabitants and guests of the forest hear them.
There are also many different smells in the forest. Autumn gives aromas of late fruits, mushrooms and leaves that rustle underfoot. And even a little coolness that hangs in the air also has its own smell. It smells fresh. It is very pleasant to inhale.
I'd like to freeze for a minute so I don't miss anything. Inhale deeply the fragrance of autumn. Listen to the rustling of hedgehogs and squirrels rushing to stock up on tasty supplies for the winter. I would like to remember how colorful nature can be. There is so much pleasure in these colors that it is always a joy to visit the forest in the heart.
Autumn is beautiful in the forest. A quiet sadness and peace hangs in the air. Leaves fall, spinning in the air. The birds were quiet in the trees. They no longer sizzle happily. It seems that nature wants to rest after giving everything to humans. Thus begins September - the first month of autumn.
The leaves gradually turn yellow. Then they turn purple. In the forest, islands of yellow, pinkish-reddish, brownish islands appear against the background of the faded foliage. The branches of a delicate birch easily flutter in the wind, releasing small leaves. But rowan and viburnum please the eye with a number of berries that pour out more and more juice day after day.
The sky turns a deep, rich blue. Snow-white clouds float across its endless expanse. Sometimes a sharp wind begins to blow, causing the branches of the trees to bend, shaking the leaves from them.