Poetry For My Garden "my garden"

I was watching a garden
wide enough overlaid
a tree just grows there
but duhai
so fertile
keep popping fruits, refreshing
the leaves are always green

"it's been some time the tree
grow and continue to be so
never a single leaf
dry and fall "

increasingly fascinated
in the garden it grows a house
husband and wife smile
little kids play cheerfully
they grow happily
occasionally as well

I saw the smiles of the duafas
End more and more
people who grow up
along with the fruit that keeps popping up

I noticed the owner of the garden
I have never kujabat hand
I'm sure, his hands are warm
drains intelligence and maturity
that grows

his soul
along with the next gardens
planting the roots of trees

duhai my garden
Ever smiling - sad
then lost thirst
together with the leaves
I looked at the garden
I noticed both my hands
I shouted
I kiss.