In The Heat Of Creation

There's beauty in this world to see  
A smiling morning and a sad sunset  
And the flat waters on the calm sea  
And a hidden bay, for a lonely boat  
 
There's beauty in the leafed trees  
much proud, they rustle in the wind  
When tempted gently by a soft breeze  
They give a soft sigh as a yes hint  
 
And when the birds flock and migrate  
South or north, for warmth or cold  
For fine sunshine, a climate temperate  
Nonstop-voyage it's what we are told  
 
The lakes limpid, and waters placid  
And striders glide, mirrored in deep  
The dragonflies perch on slender reed  
And a bulged frog there, heavily skips  
 
It is the silence full of a spoken hush  
Heard in the quiet morning hillside forest  
Where grows a vegetation thick and lush  
And lives the wilds for survival quest  
 
Beautiful is the fog of the early Fall  
Fields shrouded in a mystical mist  
And rise the Fellah with echoing call  
Throwing seeds from a labored fist  
 
The perfect rhyme blooms in Spring  
When the meadows finally broadly smile  
And the kids in he fields gaily spring  
Smell the flowers; catch butterflies  
 
The best book i read and i still  i do  
Never been written by whom or who.?  
But by God's hands without why or how  
A wise one, it is the truth, you know.?  
 
Fellah, a peasant in Arabic countries who works the land.