Autumn Scene in the Park

On the forest path in the park, a refreshing

Breeze stirs strangely the heart.

Tinged with color, on the bough, they riskily

Sway and dance, the part

Of the left leaves. Last night, rain tapped

On the tips and tops of trees,

They piled atop the grassy grove,

This morning, fluttering in the breeze.

As autumn arrives, summer departs,

And migrants return anew,

As winter fades, spring brightens, and flowers

Bloom once more in dew.

Seasons, never forgotten, endlessly

And reliably repeat like a chain.

When will the frosted head become

To darken, the hair again?

(Apr., 20^th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)