In the quiet spaces of ancient groves,
Where whispers of history dance with the wind,
Olive trees stand as silent witnesses,
Guardians of a land embroiled in strife.
Their gnarled limbs reach out like weary arms,
Embracing the earth, rooted in defiance,
Their leaves, like the pages of forgotten tales,
Tell stories of resilience and resilience.
Beneath their boughs, generations have gathered,
Seeking solace in the shade of their wisdom,
Their fruit, a symbol of sustenance and hope,
Nourishing bodies and spirits alike.
Yet, amidst the tranquility of the olive groves,
Lies a tumultuous landscape of conflict and pain,
Where ancient roots are torn asunder,
And the soil is stained with tears and blood.
For the olive trees are not merely trees,
But symbols of a people’s identity,
Anchored to a land they call home,
Yet torn apart by forces beyond their control.
In the eyes of the Palestinian people,
The olive tree is more than just a tree,
It is a testament to their resilience,
A reminder of their enduring spirit.
So let us stand with them,
In solidarity and in hope,
And may the olive trees continue to stand,
As symbols of peace and perseverance.
The New Renaissance Mindset 