Sunstroke Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

When it's too hot outside, then
We all might be exposed to any scary sunstroke,
All birds, all hard rocks, all seas and oceans, all flowers and Roses...
all butterflies...all trees, and almost everyone and Everything might be exposed to any sunstroke...
No one can kid with the pretty sun
Simply because like us
We have times in which we're so serious and
We have times in which we don't know even ourselves anytime...
Kidding with the pretty sun is not a game...