Lately I hung clinging tightly
Against small gusts of fortune
Torn off by time and summer’s going
I circle and dance like a leaf in the wind.
I carry a seed, fearful courage -
A wayward hope, full of tomorrow.
Carry me wind, I have no branch -
Seeking fertile ground, sheltering home.
Alive with cold colors, Autumn’s fire -
I go like a leaf in the wind.
Veins full of life and death -
Swirling and burning-
Blown by the breath of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful - a breathtaking metaphor for life (and death) . S :)