What will be a flower,what a mere weed?

Unshed tears will make our innards bleed
The agony disguised  will find its way,
Destroy our life and kill the growing seed

On this topic many’ ve disagreed
Stiff upper lips and  eyes that look like prey
The unshed tears will make  their innards bleed

We must surely ask for what we need
Not tomorrow, we must act today
Protect our life and all  its growing seeds

What will be a flower,what a mere weed?
We must use our wisdom to convey
The unshed tears  that make our innards bleed

Only our own soul knows all our needs
And once we seek, we must not  more delay
Employ our life and help the growing seed

Seek the owl and not the donkey’s bray
What it tells you none but you can say
For unshed tears will make our innards bleed
Destroy our life and kill the growing seed