We all start as buds on a tree
Miniscule pods on the stem
Day by day we start to grow
Nourished by sun and rain
Our spring brings forth the
Delicate fragrance of blossom
We begin to shine in our youth
Until wind blows the blossom away
Hues of new green as leaves unfurl
And they begin to learn about life
The brightness of innocence
Taken on the breeze of the day
As spring turns to summer
The leaves on the tree darken
As they mature into adults
Their career takes many a turn
We all face the end of summer
The leaves fully developed
Giving shade to birds on hot days
All the leaves united as one
The autumn of our days
Sees the leaves enter their
Golden sunset their russet
Colours bring beauty in old age
Gradually the leaves fall their
Death marks the end of their days
They decompose in the damp earth
Their place in time but a moment
Of history
The tree stands dormant through
The long dark cold winter
Until spring buds start to form again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tree is a continuous process of life in the world indeed!