Leaves
Falling off the trees
Turning colors orange to brown
Then dying.
But another can grow in its placce
I hope so, for I cannot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wonderful cylce of life. Leaves falling down, and their material serves as food for the tree which will make a thousand new leaves. Perhaps it is with us a bit like that as well. Our inspiring thoughts may feed the next generations. Writing is soo important. Wow, your poem really got me thinking. Good!