A lonely golden
leaf falling gently
to the river below,
drifting slowly
down river toward
places unknown,
has served its
purpose in this
old world.
wrote 9=20-08
What a beautifull write about natures final stage of her life... Very well penned and wiht much imagination... Bonnie
May this gold leaf go where all good leaves go at last. Beautiful poem. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps not.. maybe a struggling bug will need a life raft. Your poem is very sad...you grab us in!