These flowers now have had their day
Like life's dreamings, they fade away
For every season has its need
As vibrant colour fades to seed.
And old life dreams its ancient dream:
The future beckons, the past has been.
Capsules of life, such tiny grains,
Lie under ground awaiting rains.
For every season has its need As vibrant colour fades to seed. And old life dreams its ancient dream: Beautiful lines, praiseworthy poem. Thanks for the sharing of the poem.10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful verse. I intend to read it many times.