An autumn leaf never dies!
It just changes its form,
After a bright life on a tree,
It falls to the ground,
Then, it goes back to the earth,
But it emerges again,
In a new body,
In another beautiful form,
In a fascinating colour,
To live a new life.
Inspired by a beautiful story told
By the Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh.
' I asked the leaf whether it was afraid to fall,
Since it was autumn and the other leaves were falling.
The leaf told me:
'No. during the whole spring and summer
I was very alive. I worked hard and helped
To nourish the tree, and much of me is in the tree.
Please do not think that I am just this form,
Because this leaf form is only a tiny part of me.
I am the whole tree!
I know that I am already inside the tree,
And when I go back to the soil,
I will continue to nourish the tree.
That is why I do not worry.
I drop from the branch and float down to the ground
I will wave to the tree and tell her:
‘ I will see you again very soon'! '
A beautiful story of
A spirited leaf
That returns to life
To continue its journey
With joy and peace!
So tender and so beautiful. A poem full of natural beauty, life and optimism. Life and rebirth, contained in each other, hope and beauty, marvelously come together in this u forgettable beauty of a poem!
Another wonderful series, my friend, Dr. Geeta. Teachings and quotes of great people must be brought before the public to inspire humanity.
Beautiful story of a spirited autumn leaf whose 'leaf form is only a tiny part of me. I am the whole! ' That's a hallowed philosophy which says one for all and all for one. Everything is interconnected in this world. Thanks for sharing the poem.
Life is a complete circle, one follow another and it goes on, Nice poem. Brilliantly done Geetaji...
Autumn gives a strong message that the spring is right at the corner waiting to be embraced. Beautiful poem.
Beautifully written piece. Tree to soil and back fromsoil to tree is called cycling.This is true for all in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A scientific fact, matter cannot be created or destroyed. It just changes into a solid, liquid or gas.