All things come; all things go,
It's the nature of melt snow,
It's the nature of a feather to swirl
To dance in the wind and curl
It's the nature of a seed to flower.
And wilt away during its final hour.
It's the nature of a flame to alight
To linger and stirrup fears-of-fright
It's the nature of love to heal.
The nature of hate of an ongoing ordeal
All things come; all things go,
It's the nature of any river to overflow.
'It's the nature of a seed to flower. And wilt away in its final hour' - yes, true, and so nicely said!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom imparted in beautiful words. Excellent!