On the tree of life,
Good name is like summer blooms
Though often hidden by the leaves,
They are spotted by their scent
And may yield fruits in clusters!
But quick fame is like autumn leaves
Which turn auburn and brown
They wither away at the slightest wind
And cry in raspy sound
When crushed under the feet
So hasten! Let us not defer
To gather that which will endure!
an excellent message Mam, to earn name and fame requires patience to yield fruitful results...a gud write
The cycle of time and seasons makes this happen in all inevitability. The last two lines have the ultimate charm!
'Good name is like summer blooms Quick fame is like autumn leaves' Good comparison and warning to the present generation.
wonderful words with a good message. so hasten! let us not defer to gather that which will endure
Wonderful thought. Verses that touch and move gently over many a feelings and flash pictures of the past too, though the content tolls a fine maxim in itself! Sweet summer blooms and autumn leaves in right ratio blended and kept in a mind jar would bless the whole self with wild haunting scent. God Bless. What a cute write!
An excellent comparison of blooms and leaves. The blossoms of our lives should be lovely and bear fruits. Our leaves falling away in autumn should shed some burdens and cares of the world. An inspiring write for this one is. A Valsa classic indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a powerful write, Valsa. the last line shines bright.