The mountains of
Lebanon were fiercely-standing brides, sparkling under its holy blazing sun.
And the white cliffs were tinged with evergreen cedars, as
glistening emeralds. They were struggling against the clock, unwilling to
crouch neither under the devastating wind, nor the freezing snow. The gorgeous
trees were genuinely reflecting the Lebanese history from thousand years ago.
On its trunk were engraved unforgettable stories about love, honesty, fidelity,
faith, brotherhood, prospering, toleration, wealth, peace, but also misery,
racism, wars, battles, hatred, and bloodshed.
After passing few kilometers below, the
sloping road began to be damp, the features’ complexion became greener and
greener, the wedding dress began to be torn. The inmates were now some
skyscraping pines, raising their hand to the sky, praising their Lord. After
running an hour down, the road was draining to the coast, where Batroun appeared.
Yet
sadly, all of those beautiful wonders were ruined by wastes on the road
borders, and plastic bottles grown in the snow…But not only in Lebanon,
pollution is destructing everywhere our beautiful earth. It’s a gold piece
given by our grandfathers, and that will be later to our grandchildren.
We have to keep our beautiful planet, so
the glittering brides will be for always proudly risen up to the sky in front
of the shiny sun.
Joseph Hawly
