Every leaf upon a tree is given some life to live as green,
fulfilling each, their own destinies as they live each day.
Soon passing away, turning old, crumbling, crackling, falling
to the ground in death.
So closely are our earthly lives in correlation, except for
one significant fact.
We have the potential to do so much good, we do not have to
stay firmly planted on the edge of a limb, at the mercy of
wind and rain.
We can seek shelter within ourselves, and be compassionate
caring people helping others in life also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem