green leaf
blossom in spring
grows yellow in summer
the glamour of youth beetle over time
lingers on lane of memory
in songs of yellow leaf dance
on guard
against melodious breeze and storm
yellow leaf waits on the long suffering of time
to nurse soil for new sprout
let green leaf dance the symphony
of breeze and storm
wait as time takes long suffering
to brush it yellow
and reap the blessings of old age!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Scores the life of man metaphorically using that og a leaf. But, more interesting is the ‘afterlife'. A dead leaf spends itself to provide nourishment to a "new sprout' Loved it. Top score
Thank you very much for your insightful remarks, I appreciated the fact that you actually get the message of the poem