An apple fell down from a green tree in a jungle…
Turning ,turning ,turned and moved around
Crawlled in the pure water of a brook in the jungle
A frog who was afraid of this action
Suddenly turned around
Some drops of water splashed on me ….
Slowly slowly I followed the moving apple
And with the sound of my footsteps "tep tep"
I became involved in the music of jungle
Hundreds of nice memories were in the bow of the brook
Puneh (a flower) and green grass were entwined (hugging) each other
There was wild, noisy music in the jungle….
The apple twist dance was divine with the music
Reza 1998 – Tehran