The breeze picks up
making the limbs of the tree sway
ever so gently
as the wind starts to blow
The leaves
on the branches
twitch, flutter, then fly
fly, fly away
into a light blue sky
The leaves twist and bend
to no end
Falling down then floating up
off the trees
In the spring breeze
with great ease
A strong gust arises
Sending the leaves higher
Soaring with the birds and clouds
They dance with an essence of life
they dance like the flames of a fire
Reds, greens, browns blend
Signaling autumn's end
Leaving behind the trees and green
bare and empty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem