Amidst the ever changing seasons,
I look to find summer is fleeting;
The brisk autumn wind rushes past
Churning and twisting nature's greens
That will soon shield mother earth
And feed her most temperate needs.
Hesitant squirriels scampering by,
Gathering chestnuts they wish to hide
In homes made of branches and leaves,
Way above the towering trees.
Early dusk surprisingly arrives,
To suspend days activities high,
As I watch the nearby Canadian geese,
Gliding down with effortless ease,
I can't help but appreciate
All of nature's supreme beauty,
That is always within my reach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is so close with imagery well expressed.