Latakia's Autumn

The pretty city lies In my heart Simply because I love it greatly and Even wonderfully... I love its pretty Autumn Simply because it displays All the pretty season's Lovely things like Fallen leaves that are Here and there, Naked trees that are displayed In a different shapes, Different winds are seen Shaking branches Here and there, Running creeks and rivers go Smoothly anywhere and everywhere, All birds seek shelters Here and there Except those that seek leaving into Warmer destinatins Anywhere and Even may be faraway... Everyone loves Latakia's Autumn Simply it is greatly different In its lovely sights Here and there... No one denies all those lovely scenes That come under the pretty city's eyes... Latakia is always pretty When it comes to its lovely season Simply because that's the way With it every year... I love the pretty city's Autumn Simply because it reminds me of Those pretty memories In which we had them together With our late forefathers and With our late parents...