Day 16 of 40: Olive tree
Basking in the midday sun.
Grey-blue leaves speak of the dusty hills of your homeland,
Held within a tawny cloak of hazy heat.
Out in the courtyard
The birds squawk and chirp and flutter.
Life flows busily about me
As my heart tumbles in turmoil,
Unable to find peace or rest.
Sit with me, olive tree:
Talk to me of your homeland;
I am homesick, too.
How I long to be home,
Safe and held, cared for and loved.
How I long to be home, olive tree.