THE WRITER AND THE POET 'S TREE.

.The writer clung to some of the words Such as a breeze blowing into tree leaves

Going out on the roadway to their gloriesWhereat homelands are growing up with peolpes

To the land of the freedoom and a reason On a ship or on the back of a bird Flying to the world

When the shining sun colors Fill up the skies in the seasons 'Meanings of a falling tear In a drop watering leaf A witer and a poet are coming From the family tree

As soon as the dwellers of daysCome back from all the countriesOn the ways ..Towards the traveling lights That follow up the foot traces Of lost places...By the seaside or in the Rivers flow In a cry of joys In call with the past sorrows That sheltered the friends of lifeFor the future nights becoming The happy days in delights

In the Songs of a memory And the music of the soul in harmony With love and destiny.

Going on along this way To learn or be awayOn time On the firs lineIn the last letter of our minds..

I am here or i am there soOn the earthland of a mountain When we never stop to think With the inks that keep you big In the greatest green fields Where the roots of plantations The fruits nourishing the inspiration Bloom out in the glow in the shadeOf contemplations..

On the tree of fertilizations..The writer remains to write for..While the poet is drawing up the visions Side by side the seas and oceans ..

the writer says

All about the thoughts from the past To the ones that will come and be soBut the poet 's tree come and go By the streets ..Of some houses On the paper leaves That leave the way leading to the dreams Somewhere or nowhere

Sometimes , somewhow Like the waves of a refrain..

A wise or in the wild rains In the sudden remembrance Of a fellow and a friend That of a man ,a woman And a child on the wings of an angel

In the everlasting daylights of the Heavens A writer starded to draw up the verse Of their lifetime in unity or apart

The land they have been walking by the waysIn battleling or in describing phases In time and space..

The writer and the poet 's tree Became a creative reality ..

On by one such the portraits of a humanity Being reflected or defletive in the featuresOf a smile, a tear in two eyes..One in the writer 's eye The other in the poet's eye under and beyond ..The tree Branches of his leaves..

A writer on a poet 's tree A tree in a poet's land Where peoples liberty Imagination or reality Dig up this way to the lands In their own ways toDiscover the trails of all myteries..

By a writer 's letter In and out the widest way on the roadsides Here or awayBy the poet 's tree in full flower 's blooms of a history..

From the first to the last day we were wondering about All the earthland we stepped into ..Out of all the living ways We encounter to have the experience The faith in building up The days ..Yesterday...Now and tomorrowThe poet writes again The writer gathers the pieces of tools To stain To engage EngravesWith the inks of that tree leaf Their fame Their aim In producing the grains One from the mind Another one from the hands ,the heart, the soul ..The powerlands of a writer in the desert sands of some natureBrands quality products ..Natural resources ..Of one world 's land ..Where the poet plants in a sand The tree of flowering activity ..

A writer 's page on the book In all creations of the mind The Author of all good creations

Of the body Of the soul

When a writer onto Our ways traces up the pathways For a destiny in the heart of the battleThe lord appears While a poet on a tree branch Disappears to fly to the leaf of writings , readings of realms.The writer in the poetry ..The poet in the writer 's tree..AVirtual reality..

A magical imagination In a magnificent ideal point of all identities Illustratively home-grown The writer is the histogen of events and achievements

The poet the idealistic philosopher of all powerful gems ofGenuii and worldwide brain realizations of human immunizationsInlands. To .The poet and the writer 'tree in all sands ..The writer 's letters to the peoples of the poet 's lands..At once glances at the brands of a Universal ..in its Universal stand ofWooden strands could be aMettallic Mettallo-brand ever-writing the full sense of being..The writer and the peoples ' talking industrial trends..The poet was the air ,the waterThe writer a terra firma ..The people..!.... The solid rocks in their permanent natural reproduction in productivity withCreativity..The writer and the poet on the branches of a tree in pastoral ,Dimensional discoveries.

RAMY GEORGE MORCOS .