The pearls I be..

I fall apart with others
where comes the joy with bliss
Drops I be the pearls for those
Looks around for more they love
Tickles the land for its life to grow
And finds the green all around
Cuts and crops off tree I hear
Earthy coolness I miss I fear
Blessed are those that come my way
A chance to thank the Lord that way


- Shahanas Iqbal
Abu Dhabi, U.A.E