Wind is blowing,
Leaves are falling,
Boughs are moving.
Lawn is graveyard,
Death has no sword,
Command of the Lord.
The sun is bright,
Dark is night's kite,
Stars shine at height.
Seasons must change
Out of man's range.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful, I like it.