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 … Continue reading In This Land… A Song of Contribution “Thirty”