Did you see the blue sky.
Did you se it turn to gray.
Just before the winds begin to blow
And the rain begin to fall.
I think I heard a mockingbird whisper.
He thinks summer is begin to turn to fall.
The leaves begin to red, yellow and brown.
One by one I watch them as they all fall down.
Is it strange that my pen has only black ink.
the paper is only white.
But I see colors.
When I paint in words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem