In all their eyes I saw an untold story
Behind the smile a hidden worry
While the summer found out it couldn't stay
The leaves had many stories to say
Everyday I got to know them a little better
As I took them down letter by letter
Quietly I listened to the stories told
Of hopes of something new, memories of old
They spoke of how what came to past
Was all that wasn't meant to last
In my hand the pen became alive
It found something almost lost it could revive
Through ink the stories soul came to be
Born to life by the imagination in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem