Your Desire For High Sky

Your hug and your kisses, Your desire for the high sky, Covered me with your love leaves, You did what you don't know! , You have made a dry dead tree, Green—Alive..Thy decree, Birds started making nest, Sitting on branches singing the best, A festive you made; the dead The hope of mine about the dry branches, "I am already died, Not worried about my death" I fear from these green Creepers, I fear with the season, Birds will be freed from this mirage, Yet they will lose their nest, During summer when they need, Nothing is more dangerous than, The evil tricks -Evil always hisses Your hug and your kisses, Your desire for the high sky, Worth to die..