Category: Love

Friendship

To me, friendship

Is the Most

Beautiful Gift

Anyone can give

With friendship

comes a wealth of

Respect ,Care, Thoughtfulness, Love

Great Riches, Great Joy

I Wish

I wish

I could

Swim like a fish

For a very long time

Lightly under the water

I wish

I could

Fly like a bird

Wings free and unfurled

Soaring in a clear sky

I wish

I could

be a leaf

In a forest

Big and pine scented

All wonderful things to be

But I think

I’ll just wish to be me

Spring Again

It’s spring again

In case I forget.

The song of birds,

Sweet melodies

Burst upon my soul

The sweet soft cool air

Caresses me

Even the “Acadiny” tree

Heavy with sunshine fruit

Inviting me

Enticing me

To taste just one, maybe two

My soul sings

and breathes in

Joy

I guess it’s Spring

Once more in Lebanon

Beirut

Come to life Beirut

Sparkling Bright

Bubbling Sparks

All over the night

That’s it Beirut

Sparkle away

It’s time now

For you to

Shine once more

Take my hand Beirut

And I’ll take yours

Let’s dance in the Spring air

Breathe in Life once again

Beirut Dance

In the streets of Glory

Once Again

Just thinking….

Yes for sure Lebanon

I breathe you

I’m aware of the fact that living beings

need air

to breathe

to live

I noticed a few things in life

one is that each country

has a different scent to the air

Lebanon’s air is

Bitter Sweet

Just

Like Life

At night as I walk

night air is Sweet

Morning air

Spicy and Sharp

Birds of summer in North France

Here in the north countryside

Many trees, many birds

crows ,pigeons and more I can’t name

even teeny tiny ones

hopping and jumping and making themselves heard

The crows are intense

but when in flight

can be good company

they flap in the trees making a commotion

then fly away and come back when they feel like it

So many different sounds

I wish they could parade, sing, and introduce themselves

Sigh

I guess I have to be contended with their

flapping and chirping and making music

Truly Divine

Treasures

I think we might have a wrong idea about what a treasure is.

Let us take Garnets, beautiful in a ring or bracelet or necklace or ear rings;

but let us compare Treasures.

Open a pomegranate

Slice open

What do you see

Clusters of juicy, glistening garnets

that melt in your mouth before they reach.

Looking behind paper thin walls for so much splendour

Yes, I would say

We might have the wrong idea about what a treasure is.

Strawberry Season

Shiny and begging

to be picked

So many patiently

waiting in the

Soft sun

waving wind

Slowly in soft motion

I plan to pick

but I hesitate

which one to pick

luscious and waiting

to please and delight

So I choose the

one that is close to me

and gently pulling

one is released and

an explosion of flavor

splatters all over into my senses

I swoop down and pick and eat

to my heart’s delight

my soul replenished