Tears

These tears of mine just want to fall from the sky and go flat to the ground and just-

die                               die                                    die.

As I look up so high reaching for that cloud that won’t come down and lose its frown.

I wonder why as I grab it with a rope and I pull it –

down

down

down.

This rope of Allah helps me to pull it down allowing the Sun to show its shine behind that-

   frown                            frown                        frown.                       

Its smile wide for all to see that happiness is behind every sad frown.