Olea Europaea

Back to the grass face to the sky, I lie.

The smell of the vineyards penetrates my soul
As their sweet poison flood my veins

Their soothing tongue whispering words of
passion as they roll down the basin.

In times of despair, their color of the deepest brown
has always lifted me, head to toe.

Has always lifted me, body to soul.

The resonating colors flashing behind my sealed eyes,
for unlike others, I close my eyes to see.

The anxious yellows, dancing violets,
The gracious browns and humble greens.

All entangling behind closed eyes,
to compliment the beauty of the kaleidoscope known as my country, my people, and its fruitful giving of life.