Genesis Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

From her slender waist
God made all the palm trees.
And from her soft hands
the slim stalks of roses grew.
And when the farmers begged for rain
God sent the gentle breeze
to caress her golden hair,
so, out from their waste lands
rivers of love flew.
and from her eyes fair
black was made the lovers's night.
and from her lips red and tight
words God gave the poets to write.
and from the luster on her cheeks,
fresh, smiling, free and bright
amid darkness the dawn sneaks.