Life is ever-changing, like maple leaves;
A traveler who fell in love with a young green leaf in spring
will always feel sorrow when he cannot find it in autumn.
He mourns,
believing it is lost,
not knowing it is still there,
only changed in color,
still trying to follow him.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
Life is ever-changing, like maple leaves;
A traveler who fell in love with a young green leaf in spring
will always feel sorrow when he cannot find it in autumn.
He mourns,
believing it is lost,
not knowing it is still there,
only changed in color,
still trying to follow him.
This poem was inspired by the time I was missing my late grandpa and remembering my carefree childhood days.
It’s my first poem, so please let me know how I can improve.
