In This Land… A Song of Contribution “Thirty”

In Falastin fields where time unfurls,

The olive trees sway in whispered rhyme,

Their leaves a dance, a verdant twirl,

Echoes of ancient, storied chime.

Through sunlit groves, where shadows play,

The olive oil gleams, liquid gold,

A taste of history, night and day,

In every drop, a story told.

In kitchens bustling, pots and pans,

The essence of olives, pure and deep,

In every dish, the artisan’s hands,

A flavour cherished, secrets keep.

Amongst the hills, where breezes sigh,

Palestinian olives stand proud and tall,

Their roots deep in earth, reaching high,

Guardians of a culture, a people’s call.

So let us share a tea and heartfelt cheer,

To olives and oil, a timeless bond,

In Palestine’s embrace, forever near,

In every harvest, a connection fond.