Can you see the tree that’s falling,
Or the poison ridden seed.
Spiteful saplings lull, recalling
Scornful sins and common greed.
Though the life of one may wither,
Musing teardrops still remain
For all the cynics vile that slither
Past the frailties crude in vain.
Dreary seasons lay despair,
Through reoccurring, dismal gloom...
But kindness warm we tend to share
Avows an effervescent bloom.
Written by Samir Chahine © 2019