As seasons change
leaves let go of trees
sheds her adornment
slips to the ground
Standing alone, bare
shivers in the brisk air
whispers were heard
winter has arrived
the season has changed
Change is constant. But what will come next? That's what motivates us to move forward.. The surprise. The countdown. The final destination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Standing alone bare, tree at season change. Beautiful poem.