Near the sidewalk there stands a tree with yellow leaves
Which look like flocks of beautiful canaries
The wind runs through their feathers without a signal of cease
Makes the canaries move and sing
Not far away is a tree with green leaves
Soft, vigorous, like the dresses of dancers with pride and dreams
Suddenly a white butterfly flies to me, opening the door of my
childhood memories
Once I was a kid, I caught a white butterfly by its wings
Its body and curly tentacles made me scream
And without hesitation I cast it into summer breeze
The butterfly now before my wondering eyes
Are you exactly the one that I have actually met when I was a kid
And the idea makes me beam
I walk along the pavements and pick up a falling leave
It is a hand of the tree and have the veins as same as mine
Maybe, I think
Long ago I was also a tree, standing with beautiful leaves
Maybe I have once cast a shade for Napoleon Bonaparte
Or listened to the song of Mariah Carey
Or involved in the poem of Walt Whitman
Or sketched in the painting of Vincent Van Gou
This falling leave
Is so lively that I can feel in my hand
It's Abundant energy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good job and very interesting.