Who Knows Poem by sallam yassin

Every bird in fly
Goes height
And who knows
Where the landing
-Will be
Every drop of a rain
Goes poured
In root
And who knows
Where in land
Well
As in-going of deep
To impose in prose
As the rhyme
To bloom
That grace
Hidden deep
In ground

Every man in groan
In his game
And who knows
The gear
Of grain
As gliding cloud
Where the winds
With Go

Only god
Gave the life
This green
Where gray
In grave
And the gain
In groove

Every gone
As clapped
Is remaining in hands;
Of god