A Wild Flower In The Corona's Time Is Still There. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

A wild flower
Smiles in a garden or
Any place where it is,
It does not have
Any fragrance, but
It just smiles
To those who look at it,
It has a smiling face
That looks-like
That of the pretty sun,
It is anywhere and
Even everywhere,
It tempts us
To look at it
Just to pick it
To those whom
We love,
We love it dearly and
It sacrifices itself
To us just
To pick it,
Although Corona is still there, but
A smiling flower remains firm
And even lovely.