By HENRY L. KOOPMAN

The leaves of the elm and the maple，

First opened their wondering eyes，

Under the bending beauty，

Of the azure April skies.  

They drank in the warmth of springtime,

They threw off their swathing bands,

And reached out into the sunlight，

Their pink, imploring hands.

树叶的嬉戏

亨利·L.库珀曼

榆树和枫树的叶子，

睁开了迷惑的眼睛，

在蔚蓝美丽的，

四月天空下。