In quiet moments, we take time to see what
we miss when we are in a hurry..
When we pause to look at the leaves of a tree,
we can see them as a symbols of life's seasons..
A leaf is born in a tender young bud, full of
hope and potential.. It springs into fullness
and shines in full-veined greenness during
the warm and 'bright summer.. We could say that
'high noon' for a leaf's life is when it is in
the presence of the most light and warmth..
As fall approaches, it begins to dry up, and
curl into lifelessness.. But before it dies,
a leaf changes into many colors, manifesting a
richness that was hidden even in 'high noon..'
A leaf reminds us that life is growing, maturing,
and dying.. Life is constant change, and each
period of life has it's own beauty and gift,
but one period must ultimately replace the other..
Life's seasons are sequential, not simultaneous..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem