Birds of Freedom

In the land where olive trees sway, Where the soil remembers each step, each day, Birds of Freedom rise with the dawn, Their wings a whisper, a silent song.

Over Gaza’s skies, they dance and weave, Carrying dreams in feathers, in leaves. Their flight, a prayer, a yearning cry, For the earth below, for the open sky.

In Palestine, where hopes are sown, In every stone, a seed is grown.