the rain tree sets its leaves
so I know that spring is here
and soon the summer heat
brings hope to end my fear
with yellow booms in fall
the tree declares a change
that nothing in the world
assumes to rearrange
too soon the winter comes
the rain tree marks the time
as seed falls to the earth
in the final pantomime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seasons of life change. We live in a constant state of flux. This is Nature's way and we must obey. Nothing stays and life moves in a cycle. A succinct gem of a piece. A10.
Thanks. Golden rain trees aboud here in Florida and I use them as seasonal markers and metaphors. One of my favorite trees,