Latakia's Autumn Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The pretty city lies
In my heart
Simply because
I love it greatly and
Even wonderfully...
I love its pretty Autumn
Simply because it displays
All the pretty season's
Lovely things like
Fallen leaves that are
Here and there,
Naked trees that are displayed
In a different shapes,
Different winds are seen
Shaking branches
Here and there,
Running creeks and rivers go
Smoothly anywhere and everywhere,
All birds seek shelters
Here and there
Except those that seek leaving into
Warmer destinatins
Anywhere and
Even may be faraway...
Everyone loves Latakia's Autumn
Simply it is greatly different
In its lovely sights
Here and there...
No one denies all those lovely scenes
That come under the pretty city's eyes...
Latakia is always pretty
When it comes to its lovely season
Simply because that's the way
With it every year...
I love the pretty city's Autumn
Simply because it reminds me of
Those pretty memories
In which we had them together
With our late forefathers and
With our late parents...