on a fine autumn day
the leaves rustle and rustle
some fall to the ground
and some just whistle
leaves fallen on the ground
moving in their respective place
some sway to the rythm of the wind
and some float along
the same leaves after a good long while
turn to brown not too attractive
but makes no difference to the children
who happily laugh to the leaves' whooshing
God has his abode in chidren's mind...has no difference to leaves green or brown... good write, serious... you bring out well a simple truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leaves.. I love nature and i feel every sign of nature gives a different relief. .. Your writing is nice/ keep writing.