Some fallen leaves
Yellow and rusted
Made differently
All of them
Creations adventure
No two things are alike
And so are the leaves
Yellow and rusted
They had started as small buds
With hopes to give sustenance
To life
They did
And the great cycle of life
But now fallen
They come together
My body cracking
Under the weight of leaves
So many youths
We have lost
My body covering
Roots follow
Some tendrils
Still green on the trunk
Of the large tree
Green we were
The leaves
And my youth
Fruit and fresh air
Life and beauty
The leaves have done
What they were meant for
They ask me
What have been you doing
In your youth
Except destroying and burning us
If we are nature
You are nature too
We are one color
How many colors are you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really really like this. Again much nature wrapped around words of emotion. And the questioning at the end really works. Multi-layered poem, almost like unwrapping an onion, so many different meanings. HG; -) xx