Little orange leaves
Gathered and quaking,
Upon the tree
The wind is shaking -
Where will you go, oh little ones
When you fall?
- I was hoping you'd take me with you
To the realm beyond it all -
There is a dream in my soul,
Of such far away places to go;
Where all the fallen leaves
Return to the original trees;
Where the questions of autumn
Are finally understood,
And we come to see
In the end, all is good.
Rest awhile on a pile of leaves and close your eyes and dream the dream they all must dream of flying to the skies.
Yes all that will come to pass, excellent poetry my friend, a ten.
Yes all that will come to pass, excellent poetry my friend, a ten.
love this one... no more than falling leaves, but no less! we return to the source again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem which was written in an imaginative way.keep it up