In silent peace we humans pray

He explained to me that blossom trees are good
Submitting to God’s will as Muslims should
With reverence they shake their flowers and leaves
Like  butterflies  on thread s and at their ease

How should  we know what act is the best
But  the  God of all will help us through our tests
He shows himself in many different ways
In silent peace we humans pray or gaze

None must   cultivate  a bitter heart
Nor retaliate too quickly  when we smart
What we do comes back to us at last
Be merciful,  for all of us face tests

Now the blossom  shows despite the winds
All can see it ,even those who’ve sinned

This  poem was a inspired  by a cab driver from Bangla Desh