Trodding down that lane
from birth to what ever
age will tell.
So many different influences
dividing line upon the mind
Changing of the autumn leaf
from green yellow orange
brown unto the ground
where all may see
Some see the brown as death
such a narrow thought yet that
right do they have
I see such as the seed of
new life transformation
once again from green
which sees light
Petals blossoms flowers
oceans of delight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an interesting concept of memories. Loved the first opening stanza. Brilliant in its concept and delivery. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David