Life Is Like Leaves Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

When the leaves are green, your love blossoms:
Its wonderful perfume is through time pervading.
When they tarnish, your heart becomes confused:
Love is gone like algae that have drifted fading.

When the leaves grow yellow your face turns dim
Like, on fading shrubs, last beams of the dying sun.
They are dried: your eyes blurred and hair lost,
Skin wrinkled and forehead worn-out hard to shun.

When the leaves fall down, they open the way
For you to ashes to return, from mishaps to escape.
So, let us cherish it, as long as the foliage is green:
You know it - Life is like in the tree leaves' shape.

Aspirations vanish when branches' leaves leave:
In the same way, of Beauty dust will all bereave.