The sun rays pale in the quivering air, the old trees cast their leaves.

The country, scorched by the ardent beams of summer, feels death coming with the first cold winds.

And, in the sky, there are plaintive sighs of despair.

Night falls from above, bringing winding sheets in its shade.
The party were silent.

Seated at the bottom of the boat drifting with the stream, they watched the final gleams of light quitting the tall branches.