In the Autumn, I fell.
Broken, unholy, wrecked.
With time the trees withered
In envy, balances unchecked.
The world grew darker
Like the leaves abound.
Falling so still, silent-
At a total loss for sound.
But what would words say
to an early snow's dew?
With frost chilled veins,
It revealed what I already knew.
That everything changes,
therefor change is everything.
A season proclaims this to all.
So alive, alone I am left,
To rise above the rest,
And learn to fly from my fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really Good Poem :) ! !