SelfPub: Gold of leaves, Gold...

Gold of leaves,
Gold of the sky,
The gold of the sun...
The sun is inside.
Here squirrels run through the trees
And in November - the harvest of persimmons.
The Lord did not give me a tip,
I didn't know I was going to be here!
But my place is the sea and the mountains.
Do you believe in happiness?
And happiness is.