The Wakeful Innocent Eyes Poem by Mohsen Zohrab Beigi

Just as the radiant rain scratches His nails on dews,
Boughs diffuse them with cherry joys,
Then Squirrels are congregating in bouncing,
While Sun's spell spikes all the zones of lulls.

With the breathtaking breadth of benign breeze,
All beating souls are being blued in wealds,
Then Squirrels are exposing termless downlights,
While birds above boughs are singing with cheers.

In a trice,

At the wedding of efflorescence and flows,
One weird guest guides an ebbed gift of force,
Then Boughs are being rattled by chainsaws,
While choppers are chopping them with tools.

The wedding's sweetness melts into virulence,
Vows of begging to icky bells,
Nests to waste through hands of power,
While buzzing sounds are seizing each cry of knells.

But all in a dim hallow,
One brood beneath the trenchant teeth is shrieking: '
The abiding beam is still breathing within the noble downing'.