Olive Branches

Olive Branches The scorching sun descends Upon withered lands with no rain Some trees are old and brittle When the olive branch is cut and proffered Open arms and take a new path Never be a destroyer Of dreams and new ways It is often offered only once Never lose those golden chances When a poet rides on donkey under palms Heed the words and the psalms Humanity is better with one heart Than none at all Note: Inspired by the Rio2016 Olympics, when the Lebanon’s team refused to get on the same bus as the Israeli team. Sadly a wasted opportunity, I am sure those athletes had more in common than what divides.