The Rose Poem by Zaal Hijazi

The cold breeze
Giggled with joy
When it's currents of air
Further cooled the girl
With the rosy flesh
So that she would blush more and more
As the environment got bitterly sore
During the peak months of fantastic Winter

With her blonde self, she would traverse
Back and forth
From the lakeside to her cottage
And spend time with nature
Whilst what she didn't know
Was that nature itself
Was caressing her, and fiddling around
With her silky hair
The waters would flow in ripples
When they would see her approaching the lakeside
The fishes would sing in joy
Hoping they could be fortunate enough
To be touched by her soft fingers
When she would play with water
In her usual routine

The birds on the treetops
Looking down below
Would gasp at the aura
Of this fine blonde femme
This Daughter of Nature itself
To whom nature looks after
For she was all alone,
By herself,
In the Valley of Beauty

The rabbits would pass by
And gently kiss her feet
Shoveling themselves one after the other
To sooth themselves around her tender Self
For she was a beauty indeed
The girl with the rosy skin..