Falling leaves in autumn, oh how divine,
a beauty that nature continues to refine,
crunching underfoot as we pass by,
as they pile up, reaching high to the sky,
a burst of orange and red,
as nature's canvas is spread,
the trees now bare, they bid adieu,
to the leaves that once clung like glue.
Excellent poem with great imagery. Nature creates a canvas better than any artist can portray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poem 👏. I quote 'the trees now bare, they bid adieu, to the leaves that once clung like glue.'