The fall came , among the trees ,the pigeon nestled to flee of rain drops .The sun is sad ,in spite of his pride hides behind a dark cloud and amorous(ly) cries.with a heart as bright and white as a day,hopeful of springtime,I go toward the most beautiful rose-garden and sit between the trees as the attar of acacia ,I have such a feeling.hope ,one day grow tulip all over the desert,when the springtime voice come.the existence(life)poem flow on my lips ; I can,Yeah. I take a walk to the mountain , plain and desert. I am a traveler toward sumits , although it is stormy but I countinue my way(walk)beside the kindest friends and the best companions,I am not alon.In mountains or in a thirsty desert or in jungles ,in everywhere I am always a happy and hopeful traveller . I hope that the hardness of mountains bring to my soul and spirit ,the innocence of these mountains ,plains and deserts. I strongly hope that,a day while I am singing the existence(life) poem with all my heart ,travel l through the way that once true and real humans went.life poem means being,trying,going and joining and never doing wrongs and being kind to all the people,creation and creature.