In The Balcony Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In the balcony

I sat in balcony
Breakfast and coffee
With trees and the leaves;
Pleasant, cool breeze.

As poets, all, maybe
Observing everything
I, also saw movements
Picturing tango dance
Of the thin branches…

I love you Mom-Nature
I love you from depths.

But hate you for my birth;
Even more for weakness!

Time must be good for death.

Heard death is dulce, sweet;
Accept, guess, imagine
While looking in the wind
Damaging, shaking leaves
That love dance, silently
In the arms of breeze…

Bites of food, coffee sips.
Squirrels on trees
They walk as if tight rope
Is between oak tree and poplar,
Then climb up and down
To rappel the trunks.

I seek for the poets of nature
Nasser Khosrow, his "Eagle."

Wish could sit and have talk
Of grass and plumbs…

Since vary in levels
Air layers are devils!