Olive Trees Don't Die.

By Amina Zara K.S

They try to uproot her

But she stands firm,

Her roots intertwined, 

With the soil of her ancestors.

She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’

Children graze her bark,

Farmers wait for fruits,

Warm sun coating her leaves,

Shafts of light, a beacon of life.

She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’

Beneath the rubble, she rumbles

Branches torn, bleeding sap

She resists.

A new trunk arises from her roots.

She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’

Her leaves had adorned many,

Victors of games and war

Her leaves once drew glory and peace;

Now, stripped from her glory and peace

Still she chants ‘Olive trees don’t  die’

The once blue sky now smokes overhead,

Children’s laughter, that once rang through the fields, lies barren

The footprints that carried 

Culture, heritage and pride

Fades to dust

But still she chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’

By Amina Zara K.S