Like a leaf drifting down a river
Beating against rocks one after another
Our life takes many turns each day
Sometimes getting banged up along the way
Until the next current comes to carry it farther
Or even sinking to the bottom where survival is harder
If we make the journeys end of this river bend
We become unique and have character
Dried by the suns ray
Tattered and torn all over
The winds carry it to a field of clover
And it will die where it lay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem