Fall is here a chill is in the air
The tree slowly transforms, soon to be bare
The rainbow of colors, fall from the trees
Falling like rain, with the cool breeze
Clouds soon cover, the once blue sky
And to the south, the birds do fly
Reap the riches sown, the harvest moon awaits
Prepare for survival, while mother earth rejuvenates
The change of the season, inevitable once again
Summer is over, Jack Frost to win
The rain fall, soon to turn to snow
Old man winter once again, comes into the show
The trees so beautiful, all covered in snow
Like something from a tale, told so long ago
Cleansed by the cold, the snow, the rain
To yield life once again, with
the coming of the spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem