The day the colors were chosen, the Autumn was the third to choose…
First, it was the Spring. It took all the bright colors and the green of revival.
Then it came the Summer. It took the yellow for the sun, the blue for the sky and lots of colors for the flowers.
Then, the Autumn. It had the least and also the most to pick up from. It took all the edges of colors, all the shades. ‘Cause none of the colors was still available. And so it took it all: random spots, full shades of yellow, red and brown, the green-brown and the smell of rain.
The last the Winter came, and only white was left behind, as color couldn’t it be named….
Cand s-au impartit anotimpurile, Toamna a fost a treia la rand…