I'll sing of olives blooming in the hills of Nablus,
Of kites soaring high above the rooftops of Gaza,
Of grandmothers' hands kneading hope in Ramallah,
Of dabke dancers spinning dreams in Bethlehem squares,
Of fishermen casting nets of possibility off Jaffa's shore,
Of poets weaving verses of freedom in Jenin’s cafes,
Of you and me
Gathering fragments of memory and courage,
To rebuild a nation.
Lovely poem.