I do not know how to name
The beautiful color of these leaves
Perhaps light light green
Why does what I see now
Mean so much to me?
Why do I feel now so intensely
The color of these leaves,
The Beauty of what I see and hear?
Is it that I am old and sad and nearer to Death
And that I love the Beauty so much more
Because I know soon
I will not experience it again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem