The  baby  oak tree

Before I board the ship

Do take care of my plant

I once found it strewn in the lane of despair

Fed it with the ground of hope

I want it to prosper and enjoy some welfare

Before I board the plane

Do take care of this struggling little tree

Water it from the sparkling brooks on your forehead

Tell it

When hearts with love are fed

Diseases may vanish

Before I speak to the wave

Could you keep this pot?

One day it may get up

And its deadly slumber may forget

Just sprinkle some care

As pesticide

Some of the stories of yearning

A lullaby and why not a sad song?

And if I could never get back

Look in the drawers of my old abode

There you can get a pack

Inside the pack some tickets

Fly to where my body sleeps

Plant the oak tree by my vault

Plant the growing tree

Beside the decaying body

My soul may hover and remember

That like the tree I have buried the love of my country

With me

sihem   cherif    22    06    2024