An ode to the desert trees of Bahrain.
In the parched realms, it seldom rains,
Life is sparse, yet the hardiest reins,
In those barren lands to nature’s dare,
Trees stand resolute but few and rare.
Adversities turn to occasion for brilliance,
Not soil sweet, strong winds built resilience,
In the arid silence, their roots entwine,
With each storm, their strengths redefine.
Twisted but resolved, the sentinels of hope,
Throughout time, they persist, they cope,
Silhouetted, against the expanse of sand,
testament to the enduring spirit of this land.
