Nathan Wigotsky
The leaves cling tight to branches high,
The summer is going strong, they don’t want to die
We grasp in vain to summer’s hue,
for the ineffable joy that we once knew.
But winds of fall begin to call
And one by one, they start to fall.
Just like the summer slips away,
we reach out, though it cannot stay.
We long for warmth, for light, or perhaps the sea,
Just like the delicate leaf, clings to the tree.
But seasons turn, as time must flow,
And summer fades, though we don’t let go.Yet with each leaf that covers the ground,
we discover a new beauty all year round.
We try to hold, but life moves on—
In letting go, the memories grow strong.
The Dutch Report 