You are wherever love flows
a mother who has given everything
to provide her home grown flowers
light and shelter that is always soothing
You are wherever strength is born
inside the heart of the oldest cedar tree
with a base that no earthquake can shake
and leaves that smell of a happy home
You are wherever kindness grows
amongst the ancient stars that flicker
above the streets of Beirut with affection
and below the warmth of the Mediterranean
You are wherever beauty decides to fly
soaring through the hills and villages
of Lebanon, always returning to nest
in the lap your children once slept in
- For Aida
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