Strength of time

As the fall drags the dry winter now,

So will the spring bring warm summer next!

The nudity of the crying greenness

Battered by the attempts of the cruel chilly air

To abuse them,

Will gleam with green hue as spring comes and,

Next when summer comes

 Nature shall inspire my existence.

By then already golden orb will

Have warmed my shivering physic;

Need of the warmth of your burning beauty

Will be less sought for,

And long will I have adapted to

The baby greenness and warm summer sun.

When next time we meet in the taxi park,

 Some functions or a common point

That the  fake fate demands,

Be no surprise to see me seem strange:

 I will have shed old pale leaves;

For the promising green buds

 As the long waited spring arrives;

 My summer will be at my disposal

Impatient enough to wait for next autumn

 And when winter comes again,

I will have already adjusted to nature,

Not a bit will your wind of irresistible look

Separate me from the change;

Like the rest green leaves

Alive on the lucky branches

I shall remain unmoved

Untouched and unaffected.