The sky is blue bright sunshine shows
the changing colours of the trees.
Which ripple in the playful breeze
A changing tapestry that glows
with autumn colours which compose,
contrasts and subtle harmonies
An artist palette sure to please
the eye of anyone who knows.
That they are free to look their fill
on Mother Natures artistry.
A still life which is never still
but always moving fluidly.
Obedient to the artists will
eschewing mediocrity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece. Super read. Terrific flow. A really smashing poem. Great rhyming too. Top marks - 100 points or more. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX