My Hometown

My Hometown is a lovely forest of sweet hills.
Its love is a long melody; its land is beauty.
Our house there, and flowers' fields, and tranquillity's calmness.
Arak grows leaves, and birds sing in its safe hieghts.
Its clouds are a spring, flirtatiously alluring.
Its wood are invincible on mountains's tops.
Whenever I wander between those hills and familiar gardens.
Flights of field birds toss in the green and well-grown meadows.
Those lowlands are imagination's birthplace; heart's nativ-land are those shadows.


I am loving in it!!