The Olive Tree
The greatest of all the trees
if pressed would be the olive tree.
Surely, created by mother nature.
At a place where the Aegean Sea,
stretches out to meet the land of Crete.
Nature has bestowed upon her a majestic tree
with a warm climate with rich fertile lands.
And crowned her with the sun.
And bathed her with the sea,
Nurturing the soul of the olive tree.
A wonderful gift to mankind and yet,
It was puzzling to his mind but over time,
He discovered the worth of the olive tree.
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