Happiness lives in every corner of your home and if you are homeless, it lives under the leaves of trees, hiding beneath the sky's cloudiness. All you need to do is to find it with patience.

I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been

Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.

Take my handand…feel the sandbeneath your aimless feettowards the sparkling waves

It doesn't matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it's already smashed beneath the feet.

Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.

Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled

Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouchFishes pray for them to fly far away Inland lakes toast to the Pelican’s day