Benevolent sky, a falling kite,
Swaying in blue a triangle white
Free as child an insouciant sway
Played the skies, its playful way
Bid the wind on each swing
Now it falls like a king
There is beauty in the fall
Beautiful vista, small though
Spirited garden, a growing tot
Teetering in green a yellow dot
Spirit of eagle the ardous search
First ten steps, the adulation of church
Treads the ground the operose path
Now it falls, aah! ! the mud bath
There is beauty in the fall
Beautiful vista, small though
Oaky door, a budding tear
Budding in the yellow a silver sphere
Love of the lover, the clinging hand
The golden glow of a eternal stand
Heart is full, for it is a wedding ring
Now it falls in one string
There is beauty in the fall
The setting sun,
The autumn setting,
The falling river,
The snow falling
. There is beauty in the fall
So why should I live a life like this
Stringed to machines, life amiss
With a beautiful vista but a small door
Can not feel the warmth of the wooden floor
I lived like a soaring kite
Twenty years a great sight
When there is beauty in the fall
Why confine me to this wall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem