Autumn leaves gently falling onto rocks, spreading
their colors around, overlooking a sprawling river,
half frozen with cold.
Ice developing amidst the water, encircling myriad
rocks placed by nature's ebb and flow.
A forest of many-splendored rainbows of orange,
yellow, red and tangerine.
Softened images to eyes, watching their vision with
mystic wonder and awe of God's hand in it all.
Majestic, royal, a beautiful scene hand-painted and
articulate on mother nature's canvas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem