Children Of The Sun - Los Hijos Del Sol

   
A morning walk in the pine forest, as everything was ripe for the feet to be stretched and the mind to be swept clean, as some nights are such dark that all the world's lights are not enough to illuminate its abyssal glooms.    
   
A journey along the upward track, left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....    
   
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots that peep,thick and laden with heavy night, lying flat by the mountain foot, still odd and full of shimmering mystery, and riddled with tall trees piercing thru' and skyward heading, giving a vibe of myth and romance    
   
Striding lightly along, quiet was the under-wood and damp was the earth, yet, still deaf keeping the forest sounds echoless, a desolate void engulfs the noisy spirits, once used to chant and banter,    
the cheers of the olden days now, echo a deaf tune that no tree no bird can ever echo; it seems as the birds lived once here then migrated to their asylum.    
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The silence was the crown of the atmosphere, austere, yet reminiscent of the happy past born sometime ago.Those tall pine trees, speak of the olden times once been twins with the boys and kids who haunted the hills, and chased the birds, right in their nests with a childish thrill....and dipped deep in shallow swamps, when the sun used to laze in a flaming orbit, stuck in a torrid zenith.........slashing the earth with a scorching heat    
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They were small, the boys, as little as a reed's height..but much taller  and slender to climb the highest rocks..and jump as fast and high as a slooghi feet..    
As for the one who scribbled these lines, he' is the pen who witnessed their growth through the long years, still carved on memory pages...    
   
Their spiky tips, dewy and shining with bright sheen, as the lemon sun gently whispers her rays across and through the slender branches.    
   
Beyond the rocks, lies a jujube tree, now denude of its leaves has become a goldfinch  natural elysium to send his voice far and wide, far from the torrid land, the inside voice vibrates over the mountain echoing Serenity, Nature and Beauty.....  
 
-Slooghi is arabic dog for hunting..  
 
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