Pull out the weeds - plant new seeds.
and watch them grow into beautiful trees.

Cradle your tears - cradle them gently.
and witness the jewels of peace and serenity.

If it was not born from the heart -
rip it up into little parts.

A caterpillar earth and green-
must turn into a butterfly for its colours to be seen.

Leave it to crumble and sweep away -
for the heart and soul will never decay.

© Roman Azar