🌿 The Branch of Hope 🌿
Once more, this barren trunk shall bloom and rise,
Its leafy boughs will greet the generous skies.
A heart once still shall beat and start anew,
Reviving once again spring’s promise true.
No bitter winds, no axe, no stones remain—
For green’s soft kiss shall heal each scar and pain.
Though once it broke, its roots held strong below,
Now in Love’s village, pride begins to grow.
Who says that man, within this silent land,
Must play the fool and give each lie a stand?
Though earth is trapped by humankind’s cruel snare,
Time’s gift of green shall bless this land so bare.
Behold the hush that steals all sound away—
The hush of love that bids the heart to stay.
Though fate may break our branch with iron will,
Beyond all fate, the soul can choose—and still.
The peak of Love’s sweet reign is silence deep,
Where honor, worth, and dignity still sleep.
“O Malek,” dawn of presence ends the night—
For dawn shall grant you beauty’s endless light.
Maleksabet Ebrahimi
May 21, 2025