The heart’s affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree. If the tree loses one strong branch, it will suffer but it does not die. It will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place
My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their steel into the meadow and riding in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards. You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people
