Planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand
Almonds and apricots, cedar and cypress, pine and pistachio
Each seed brings a promise,
to a war torn nation,
Bringing forth trees.
to a barren land,
A hope for salvation.
a dream of peace,
planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand.
In return she can feed her children.
and they can learn,
The world once again seems to turn.
toward a world of peace,
In a war torn nation.
bringing forth trees.
A hope for salvation.
a dream of peace
planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand.
A gift given. that can grow,
Almonds and apricots, cedar and cypress, pine and pistachio
Seeking peace for the soul,
To a barren land.
Each seed brings a promise,
to a war torn nation,
Bringing forth trees.
to a barren land,
A hope for salvation.
a dream of peace,
planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand.
so gentle so patient.
As she smiles in the gentle breeze,
her heart starts to feel sweet ease.
a dream of peace.
a hope for salvation.
in a war torn nation
In a barren land.
bringing forth trees.
planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand.
For a country that bleeds,
she plants the seeds,
with a gentle hand,
The women of Afghanistan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem