The dove brought a pomegranate seed to the earth,

Irregular and tiny, like a life of diversity. We cared

And planted it amongst us, the field of respect and love.

Watering it with our passion and patience, and waiting

For its growth and glory. We sat around this seed

And whispered to each, about the life of the future

As if the seed bursts out of the shell, and the earth

Is shaken by our presence and perseverance. A sapling

Growing up with siblings like us—close family members.

The pests once got involved in our lives and left behind

The trace of hurt on our sapling. But we, working together

To make them disappear and save our health. And we

Hold the scale of law and add more strength of balance

To make sapling away from darkness. To be a shrub in the sun,

Large and lush in our backyard, we are in its shadow or shelter

Talking about politics and inviting the dove of peace to return.

And let bees express our feelings to blossoms, bright & bold.

And we shared the first mature pomegranate and handed

Sweet, reddish & heart-shaped seeds to the generations.

Replanted them in the earth. Many pomegranate shrubs

Stretch from our ashes and yield more pomegranates, which

gather our souls in each; we have the enthusiasm of seeds

Embraced together in the body and scattered all around the globe.