The autumn has come upon us!
Emeralds have faded.
Rubies now die.
The golden treasures of the tree
are all that I can see.
What am I to do when the sun is but a shadow of His glory?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aww...starts the critique. Then comes over powering emotions that this poem demands from the reader. I hope this in some way reveals the gateway to your heart. That at your core you are just as sentimental and willing sharer of his unique abilities. Thank you for this wondrous and simple poem.10/10