By: Leena Saeed
AUW, Sudan
Praise:
Even the summer trees raise their branches high towards the sky in praise.
Even the autumn trees raise their frail, dead branches.
But I being ungrateful have none to praise.
Praise:
Even the summer trees raise their branches high towards the sky in praise.
Even the autumn trees raise their frail, dead branches.
But I being ungrateful have none to praise.