Please Blossom Poem by Bassam Hussain

The Trees on my street and door
They are not looking as Green anymore!
Time is in the heart of spring
Yet to their peaceful color they don't cling!

Why are you so withered and pale?
All You have to do is stand its exhale
In this world You have nothing to seek
Water rains, and the sun is at its peak

To search for beauty You dont need
You are the planter of its seed
None gaze upon, none think of
None but one whose heart holds love
God made You free of sin
A mere praise and Heaven You're in

If all of that don't make You green
Then no one happy has ever been
If all of that don't make You green
Then happiness will be never seen
Now please blossom and give me a chance
To sneak to Heaven and take a glance