The Nature of My Mother Land

Tulips are dancing to the rhythem of breeze Robins are singing ,atop, the old oak trees Quails are waltzing , in a graceful pace Butterflies hop ,from this to that place Eagles are gliding down for a prey Squirrels run for their lives, astray Overhead , the sky is clear and blue Underneath stretches the sea,what a view Lovers on shore,sit in pairs and watch Prints on sand "LOVE",one,in a touch Sea,sand,Sun,love,silence and peace Childhood's nostalgia,which ,I do miss Abbas Kiamiri