Rania it's always a pleasure reading your poems. As usual, this is beautifully penned!
I'm blown away by the below lines:
one kind word
could lend life back to dead roots.
I would rise into trees
and flourish like countless seasons
in a small field;
only to suffer death
in the middle of cheer.
Let me give up my ghost
in the rustle of silence.
more merciful than
your ever kindest words.
Wonderful piece. I found the play between starting some sentences with lowercase letters and others with proper capitalization very interesting. Would love to hear your reasoning if you ever feel like it.