All pass over overlooking the fallen leaves rustling as the transient music of flamboyant fall; <br />Poets come and place the colorful leaves in their own gardens permanently, <br />Fondling them with kind fingertips of the breeze <br />Making them dance on the eternal branches, <br />And sing the song of life in perfect harmony with birds nesting there. <br /> <br /> *To my friend Nimal Dunuhinga for his poem with the same title dedicated to me<br /><br />Seyyed Bagher Mirshojaee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-in-the-garden-of-life/
