Once mighty green leaves,
Now swaying here and there
They are changing colours
From green - To red - to indigo,
And then to yellow, finally.
Ready to fall down,
To float away freely,
Over the blue sky
Far far away
From the tree
I used to be
Bright and breezy-
Like a green leaf,
Always sticking to the tree.
Now I feel- That I am;
Changing too
Ready to fall,
Breaking free
To float freely
…. Away from the tree..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being a subject of nature, its quite natural to go through the natural process. However, is it a matter for rejoice? Thanks for sharing.
thank you