Reality
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.