Fallen leaves of autumn and
All of its merits are here
Just to tell us about
What's going around us...
No one dislikes this
Pretty season anytime
Simply because it prepares us
For any winter's immediate coming...
Winds are here and there
Where all trees' branches oscillate
Like any clock's pendulum....
Without autumn, then
There will not be any winter
Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere
Around us....
Winter comes after autumn
Simply because that's
The way with those pretty seasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A way to pretty seasons, a beautiful nature poem.