The leaves of this one acre orchard
Each stand for a word I have said
So throughout this life I live
Take them to heart until you're dead.
Seasons travel as some leaves wither
But whether or not you take there heed
Is up to you only
So as the winter fades
Remember the spring will dawn
After the leaves are shoveled with a spade.
The summer diminishes straggling words
Because no holds are barred
No grudges held
But the heat of the day
And heat of many arguments
Will catch fire to anyone's path of life.
Autumns' bronze signifies golden dialogue
Between a family with traditional values
Because even though there might be strife
Individuals see the price they pay for family
And even there own words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all need the things that our souls call for them Daniel. we all need higher values, higher ways of thinking and higher inner revolutions... nice right pal...lovely read mine.