Autumn Leaves Poem by James Hart
Autumn Leaves
They drift to the ground as their tree sets them free
Curled and soggy they are tired, they agree
Sad and sorry but they have played their part
In creating a tree of stunning beauty and art
They die but they fertilise the ground for the next
The future generation that must rise up and text
Its autumn leaves drawn artificially on their ipad
Many would see that as being nothing but sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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