Whispers In The Grove: Between An Olive Tree And An Oak Tree Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Mohammad A. Yousef

Olive Tree:
Beneath this sun, where whispers weave,
I stand, with silken leaves to grieve.
My branches twist like stories told,
In ancient tongues of green and gold.

**Oak Tree: **
Ah, gentle Olive, so slender and bright,
Your tender grace brings warmth to the night.
But tell me true, beneath your bark,
Do you not fear the fading dark?

: Olive Tree
Fear? Not I—my roots run deep;
Through drought and storm, my heart shall keep.
With silver glints in every breeze,
I dance with time among the trees.

: Oak Tree
Yet storms may rage and tempests roar;
Your limbs could break upon the floor.
A thousand years I've watched them fall—
The mightiest must heed their call.

**Olive Tree: **
Oh steadfast Oak! Your strength is grand—
But there's a beauty in a lighter hand.
For even as your trunk stands tall,
It's whispered secrets that enthrall.

Oak Tree
True words you speak with wisdom rare;
Yet ponder this—the weight we bear.
My shelter holds the nests of life;
In shadows cast from sun's sharp knife.

Olive Tree
And I bestow my fruiting grace;
With gifts of oil for each embrace—
To heal the wounds of weary souls;
In each small drop—a story rolls.

Oak Tree
So we are different yet share our ground—
In every leaf a purpose found.
You sway with ease while I remain firm;
Together still we face life's term.

Olive Tree
United by this earth we claim—
No need for pride or silent shame.
In every rustle through our boughs:
Two voices join to sing their vows.

Oak Tree
Let us entwine our roots below—
As seasons change and rivers flow.
May our dialogue be ever true—
An oak's embrace and olive's dew.