soft collapsing grass
beneath my feet; brown
releasing small rocks
that once hidden within
sprinkle of green leaves
an autumn sprouts; beauty
breathe of silence around
through clouds peeping sun
tree branches slowly rising
shedding their old leaves
and breeze takes pleasures
i listen to whistling sound
iterrupted by falling cones
my friend is always up there
busy looking for astray worms
maybe enjoying morning as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem