Birches Grew Their Precious Gold

Birches grew their precious gold September's crowned with dream and cold Leaves fall into the pond from peak I hear a splash - the waters speak. I'm looking at your pretty face September's crown is your grace I dream I want to understand Your thoughts to raise these leaves from sand. I want to throw it in the sky, But you don't care I don't know why You see no birch's precious gold My lovely dreams are still untold.