in doubt i found the faith,
that leaves know when they turn and fall...
however, i am amazed at their silence,
and the courage that turns their pain to winter.
how many winters oh my soul?
and be there a spring for each one?
and how do i pen this silence,
that just changed me from summer to autumn?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the question that has been with and through every generation of humanity; you've said it well, very well... hope the answer speaks to you...