Autumn. This is a wonderful season, which poets like to describe. There are trees painted in bright colors, a light breeze that is swinging branches as if it is lulling them. The sun warms just like in the summer, trying to give the last unspent warmth. There are almost no storm clouds on the blue and clear sky. Only the wind became colder and harsh, reminding that it is September already outside. The first heralds of autumn can be noticed among the bright greenery: yellow and red leaves. Soon they will fall down from the trees and cover all the roads and paths.