The fallen leaf eventually dries up
There once was a single leaf
who was connected to the very top branch
resting on the highest point of the tree
When the wind blew disastrously
he made a point to hit as many
as the leafs that were below him
Some even jumped ship and chose
death over being on the grandest tree
Some stayed and endured through
all of the pain that this one leaf afflicted
Soon will come a day when the highest
branch will have to shift and the old one
will just fall below and hit the dirt until it disappears
Everything falls and dries up and cycles
around this earth until it is completely gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem