A dream where hills of green and white blossoms

Brighten up the morning sky

Laughter sings through doorways

Children hiding behind the wrinkled branches

Of olive trees

While generations of families pick the precious

Green fruits off

Leaves that have been nurtured

For decades

Afternoon coffee boiled on stove tops

The smell of cardamom drifting through the bright red shutters

Inviting neighbors and families

To visit and share the music of companionship

Under the darkening sky

Where nightmares and reality awaken

Hills of green become wastelands of destruction

Blue skies are filtered through ashes of homes

Stifled cries of children suffocating under bombardment

Trying to find shelter

Among neighbors

Among what is left of their families

Erasure of names

of histories

Hearts struggling to comprehend

The level of loss

Born by people

Who never had much to begin with

Fighting for existence

Through

Solidarity and integrity

Dreaming

For humanity to awaken.