They Dance their beautifull Dance
They Fly their gracefull fall
A dance Swan Lake wouldn't beat
So Simple
The beauty of the colours merging
Falling and Dancing to the ground
With the gracefull landing on the ground
When the leaves fall with their gracefullness,
They recieve no applause
No gratitude
No wondermeant
They dance their dance as if in secret
Something so Beautiful yet so normal.
When those leaves fall in the Autumn time.
Finally in the Spring When trees shed their last The stirring winds bring A refreshing blast. It sets in motion the rustling Of the leaves that held on through the fall Against all odds of falling Until finally in a swirl, it's over for them all. Then buds (and maybe flowers too) Burst into view With a promise that next fall We'll see the repeat of it all. s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful intertwine of poetry and the music of nature.Thanks for sharing, Rosalita. Best wishes. A.