Rum Poem by Israel Sajini

Run to the Garden,
there lies some harps With melodies so cool
that makes nature's hand's ignite our thoughts.

Run to the stream,
there we search for sweet waters
to retire our feelings
and refire our thinkings.

Run to the desserts,
there we find rough stones and big rocks.
Beneath the hardest rock
Shines the greatest luck.

Run to your mind
Embedded there are treasures untapped.
Run to your heart
For it overflows with stories untold.