Watch the new-born, tender leaf,
As it unites with the old leaves;
So helpless at the rage of wind,
But it strongly holds on.
Watch the maturing russet leaf,
As it withstands the pain;
And the test of time,
Alongside the old grey leaves.
Watch the leaf turning gold,
Now the captive of the wind;
Soon it follows the others,
And will fall to the ground.
Yet there is no sign of defeat,
It has always been victorious;
That leaf will just be a memory,
Another leaf will be born again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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