The Pretty Sea Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It's always alone unless Being visited by us or by the pretty sun itself, We all love it simply because We feel great when coming to its pretty shores and When sitting on its pretty rocks and On its pretty and golden sands Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, When feeling good, then We come it, When not feeling good, then We come to it, We're always closer to it Just to forget our bad days and our cares, In all seasons, We come to see its smiles and its laughs anytime, It is always hugged by the pretty sun and It embraces the pretty sun, Its pretty waves come and go bringing pretty messages to us, then They bring back messages to those people who live overseas, It loves that rock of suicide and it's just Kidding with it when it's nice, but It's tough when it's angry, All boatmen sail in its big belly looking for livelihoods... Its generous by its giving and it never Refuses to give all people who come to it... Love is its great brand, so Its pretty face is smiling unless Some cruel winds bother it... These passing clouds touch its head leaving into Unknown worlds... These emigrating people go through its cruel waves to reach their Destinations, but Some fail to reach, so they drown horribly... It's a big secret inside it or outside it Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere. ______________________________________________________________________