There was a woman in
Libyan lands
who planted in the
thirsty sands..
a baby tree of date palm.
.. each day she
came
and gave him water alms..
..and watched him grow
and grow..
and stretch his roots
to an oasis..
She planted more and
more..
and the mist they
released each day
became clouds..
and rain..
which pooled
in a new oasis
.. which married
the first..
to become a lake..
More and more soul
torches were enkindled
in witnessing this..
and each planted
many green torch trees
.. reclaiming the desert
.. turning it back
into paradise.