A leaf is green and splendid in the spring.
Full of life, its image leaps into our eyes.
Yet pale are all its colours when it’s living
compared with its brief, vast splendour as it dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's one of the most beautiful poems I read today. The idea of changing colours and the oppositions of life and death are amazing. Carpe diem!
Thank you for your kind words, Agatha!