Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

Accidental.

The birds whisper that it's spring

I hear, I smell, the eneeze, they sing

This accidental sickness that overflows

Pollen, trees, the cool breeze than moans

For to be human, whose fault do we have?

For to be human, to learn and to thrive!

Learn to cope with the dancing flowers

And this dark cloud that cries for hours

Must one wait, or dance in this storm

Only one choice, to not lose, whom?

In these struggles of our Lord's test

One can only reinvent themselves to their best