It was just a simple tree limb
I saw as I watched the sun go down
Probably fallen after it died
For it was turning an autumn brown
The colors in the sky were the kind
That makes a person start to dream
Make some plans for the future
Anything is possible it would seem
And this branch was the evidence
As it floated around so slow
Taking its time in the water
Didn’t really have a place to go
I felt a sense of peacefulness
As I watched a perfect day end
Observing the floating piece of wood
With all its twists and bends
Life is like that, don’t you think?
For it too changes and bends
And at times we seem to float along
Just like this dead old tree limb!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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