Wild Flowers Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Wild flowers are anywhere and everywhere Simply because they're greatly and wonderfully seen On high rocks like the rock of suicide, On the seashores like the shore of azure, On the old buildings' walls, On the broken stones of destroyed schools of Gaza, On any river's pretty banks, In the Patos Orchard's soil, and On any left sands here and there, They have different shapes and pretty colors Although most of them never smell fragrant, I know some of their names, but Regretfully I ignore most of their names, Although they're not fragrant, but I used to pick many kinds of them for my mother, so She put them in the glasses of water just to be displayed Wonderfully and beautifully on the table.