An Ancient Letter Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

The wind wandered around
shuffling itself the window's behind

It whispered to knock the door
talking vociferous going to soar

nobody listened to him
caring to its scream

it was despaired then left the ward
when all doors remained closed

I opened the door it calmed out
the wind has left a letter in my home's front

I took the withered leaf from the ground
reading the veins explaining its fortune

ancient writing disclosed to me
in the letter wind brought a written mystery

there is withering season following spring
It did not remain forever green

know the value of time when you are young
serve the tree of life in joy under merciful sun