Fallen leaves
Gather in the lawn
Wind's still
Never seems to blow.
I use the rake
Gather into a heap
Wind blows hard
Leaves all over the lawn.
Nature has its way
No one knows the secret
I hope that one day
Wind'll blow my way.
Wind blow for the spring in wait I am agree with maam Valsa lovely thank you sir
The autumn, the Fall is so beautifully described in simple verse! !
The wind always blows the wrong way, that is nature getting back at us for all the wrong we do to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We cannot predict nature! So beautifully penned.