Stately, proud they stand
Trees clothed in ornate mantles
Yellow, orange, red
Golden ripened fields
Waving in the autumn sun
Beckon harvest time
Harvest moon aglow
Old and wise, has seen it all
Birth of mankind
Dancing northern lights
Ghostly green on velvet black
Since the dawn of time
The cry of wild geese
Fill the night as they circle
Land of living skies
Bountiful bounty
Thanksgiving to our Lord
Creator of all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely write and nicely portrayed.