Song In The Garden Of Life Poem by Seyyed Bagher Mirshojaee

All pass over overlooking the fallen leaves rustling as the transient music of flamboyant fall;
Poets come and place the colorful leaves in their own gardens permanently,
Fondling them with kind fingertips of the breeze
Making them dance on the eternal branches,
And sing the song of life in perfect harmony with birds nesting there.

*To my friend Nimal Dunuhinga for his poem with the same title dedicated to me