Our summer celebrates and rejoices with the clusters of gold studded with red emeralds and yellow aquamarine, and the fronds are radiant with the whims of raffles, accompanied by birds, and goodness among its folds and folds. And its collars, its endeavors and its endeavors, its wind and its winds, its sounds and its revelation, its melodies and its hymns, its denunciations and its worms, its impact and its impact, its exploits, its taste, its sweetness, its magic and its charms, its knots and its factions, its majesty and its majesty, its souvenirs, its abundance, its splendor, its splendor, its splendor, With its innocence, its ingenuity, its fragrance and its expression, its eloquence and eloquence, its brilliance and its aims, its light and beacons, its light and illumination.
This is the summer palm, this is his guitar, his promises, and his tones, these are his songs in the bends of those who planted, who watered, and watered, and who raised the anthem, an ancient desert, embellished, the love that filled the bends, the shades and summers, the countryside, and the shoulders, this is the Emirati summer palm. And identity, this is the palm of time in the memory of those who adored the summer abundantly, and secrets, that swirled among the slumbering, buried in nectar, charged with chanting, during the day when it rained on an almond with the smell of perfume, and when a dove approached, it tumbles in the air as if it was the rudder in the vanity of violence, the bright forehead, Rosy cheeks.
This is the summer palm, juicy with passion and nuclei, and some of the costs of the sleepovers in the evening pajamas, guiding with meaning, and what the wings swirled with, and the chests overflowed with it, this is the summer palm, watering and drowning, and true on time, and it delights with the dreams of those who arrived early to lean on a trunk, and bow It is fragrant, and from its sweetness they pour sugar and salt for the day. This is the summer palm, it appears in Liwa, the loyal visitor, and the vinegar belonging to neighbors, and Khallan, to someone who is miserly, and he did not hesitate to watering, because in love he does not divide feelings on two, because in fulfillment, the heart does not split into two hearts, he is the person of the Emirates, The desert is vinegar, the palm tree is a shadow, and what is between them is a powerful poem that depicts life as a promise, a covenant, a sounding, and a biography.