We go through this world,
Like leaves in the wind.
Just blown everywhere,
From beginning to the end.
Leaves lost in a gale,
Falling from the sky.
Lost in the wind,
Watch leaves as they fly.
Leaves cover the ground,
And start to decay.
Making little crunching sounds,
As you walk, along your way.
1/16/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem