כתב סתיו [Katav Stav] [English translation]

Winter wrote with the ink of its rains and its showers,

With the pen of its brilliant lightning, with the hand of its clouds,

A letter on the garden in blue and in purple —

Their like was never devised by the thoughts of a thinker

So when the earth grew to covet the face of the sky

Upon the garden beds’ fabric it wove its own stars.

• Artist:Berry Sakharof