Planted By The Afghanistan Woman's Gentle Hand Poem by Judy Arline Puckett

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