Осень. Стихотворение на английском языке

Autumn is a nice season of year
It’s time for gathering yield
When you can see everywhere
Yellow ripening fields.

When leaves turn yellow, brown and red,
Plaiting delicate lace
Of green luxuriance instead
You can see a colourful space.

Though flowers aren’t  thick and bright
But I like acerbic nice smell
They make for me such a beautiful sight,
A miracle that moods can dispel.

As if there scattered a lot of gold,
Rubies and amber and sard,
In spite of that it’s getting cold
You’d like to sing songs like a bard.

The days are shorter, the lower the sun
You can feel its caressing rays
It is the time when everyone
 Thinks of different pathways.

It’s time for trees losing leaves
And bearing wonderful fruit
It’s time for us to see and believe
That we should bring something good.

When trees are fruitless every season
They are useless and often are cut.
Think of your life. Is there a reason
That your next season won’t start?