"Everything Untold"
Nothing can replace the natural sublime
This is where our great passion resides
Capturing the awe-inspiring mise en scene
trying to fathom, to see, what can't be seen
I see and hear the buzzing, the whistling, the rustling
I could see my touch fade, the constant thriving
But it was all just a disguise
The sun begins consoling
the life of verdant trees unfolding
the stems of hope unholding
even throughout everything untold
The gentle whispers of the leaves pushing
the breeze to caress me
Longing to reassure me but I remain resolved
Beyond the rich rooted trail I catch a
glimpse of the Jerusalem cherry basking
in its glory
Reminding me of all the stories that haven't
and will not ever receive a grand jury
My heavy heart will remain fortified
because my country is still occupied.
