The Pretty Seasons And The Pretty Rock Of Suicide Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

In Fall, the rock of suicide smiles While the pretty sea is watching it, In Winter, the same rock asks the pretty sea To splash it with its waves, In Spring, that pretty rock starts to wake up To get ready for its pretty visitors, and In Summer, the lovely rock exposes itself to the Pretty sun's beams, The pretty sea washes the lovely rock everyday Just to get it clean and tidy, The pretty rock hugs the pretty waves Just to keep an eye on good relations all the time, then Life goes on to the pretty cycle of life like this.