The trees are changing into their orange coats.
When in a forest, you mistake everything for a color-coded room.
The schools are opening
And the children fill the halls with laughter!
Thanksgiving just around the bend,
Making parents have a warm smile on their face.
But surveying is just a slice of this cake.
I can watch forever and no one will take notice.
Me, a single leaf, harmless and dieing
With the winter threatening the others around me
And myself, a fall leaf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem