Sitting hearing watching
The wind hit the leaves
Seeing them flutter
And shake in the breeze
Flowing in the air
Slicing light with ease
Constant gliding shadows
For all to see
Hearing the wind and those leaves
Performing there harmonies
The sound of rustling leaves
Above me is always calming me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take off the me at the end and you have a perfect autumn poem. Love the title. Smiling at you, thinking what a coincidence, because I wrote about a tree in my yard today....