A gentle
breeze
blew leaves
upon your
tree.
They clung
to the
branches,
refusing
to
surrender.
A violent
storm
appeared,
beat
against
your
branches.
Disturbing
the
leaves.
They
held
firm,
until
they
couldn't
hold
any
longer.
The
pressures
of life, so
great
they fell
away
crying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shows the leaves always know when to let go we should learn from nature...another little gem Heather...regards