I take a walk down the same street.
The trees stay the same in the summer heat.
The same trees change color in every season.
The leaves fall down for a reason.
When Autumn comes and I find a red maple tree.
As I walk further the trees of orange and yellow are what I see.
even the bark goes from dry white to dark brown.
As I notice this when I ride my bicycle around town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem