Upon the morning beams of light
glistened due drops on top the leafs.
The morning greeted the trees
with her seasonal embrace.
As the breeze began to blow,
the air woke and gently rose
as a leaf on a lonely branch
began to wave and the breeze
set it free.
The leaf flew up and around,
swooping and diving as the wind
carried it off to distant places.
It traveled across the roads
barely missing car's and people
Dancing between bike wheels
and rolling across the grassy
The leaf danced with gay delight
free from branches and crowded
plot's, imagine the possibilities.
As the night slowly creeped
its shadows lengthened and
crawled across the ground devouring
the light with its claw like void.
The leaf landed on the ground
underneath the same tree that
birthed it's brothers and sisters.
It slowly crisped turning
yellow then brown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem