It blooms wherever it goes… it does not ask for watering; Content with her hope for rain, a gift from the sky… She reveals her grievances secretly to the dew drops on her petals every morning, but she announces to the world at noon that she is fine… A passerby is not distressed by its thorns… Only he who extends his hand to her in harm… Knows her destination well… She leans where she leans. The sun…and it sleeps whenever it sleeps.. She does not hate the night, but rather considers it her friend, who drapes her robes as a cover for her, and colors her leaves with the green of “patience”, which distinguishes her from others.
She is a woman from Olive!
The tree of its love lives for a thousand thousand years.. It provides shade for a thousand thousand passersby.. It shelters those who stray, and guides those who stumble.. Its branch burns strongly whenever it is ignited. He gives light after darkness.. He brings comfort after loneliness.. And he warms after a long cold..
Its glow is hidden from the eyes of anyone who sees it. It heals pain and heals illness.
It raises a message of peace in the face of the wind… and extends the roots of its originality into the earth… its branches dance, but they never fall!
She is a woman of cotton!
Her embrace forces you to ask: “How can the narrowness of two arms be as spacious as the earth and the spaciousness of the sky?!” Her gaze comforts you, as if a boat in her eyes is sailing with you on the river of her tenderness. Her voice delights you as if it were inhabited by mermaids in paradise. Her softness is the secret of her motherhood. And her motherhood is the secret Her femininity.. and her femininity is the secret of her magic.. and her magic never loses its effect..
She is the soft, warm, affectionate witch who sits on the highest throne of femininity! With her, she thinks that beauty before her was training and exercising; Even if he lives in it, he becomes a professional and masters it!
She is a woman of light and fire!
It lights a path for you, and ignites a war for you! There is no darkness in her presence, and no loneliness within her.. her enemy is the cold.. she is ignorant of him and he is ignorant of her! With her warmth, she holds the patent for the first innovations of genius reduced to a smile and a hug!
She is a woman from sugar!
She knows how to adjust the mood of your coffee.. and the flavor of your tea.. With wisdom, she has a spoon whose measure does not disappoint.. when it is said: “Oh, bitter sadness!”; She spreads her shawl on the shoulder of worries; It is impossible to sterilize it as a witness.
She is a woman of feathers!
Her wings soar in a sky that does not recognize the authority of fog. The eagles of despair fear her, and the crows of disappointment terrify her. She is comforted by the whispering of a white gull that the dream carried by a wing like hers will never be broken.
She is a woman whom life does not give birth to twice. She embraces the beginning, embraces the middle, and embraces the end. Her steps dance on the squares of the soul, extending her dominance that is unparalleled in dominance! The closest of all relatives.. Time forgets us, but we do not forget her.. She distracts us with the riddles of the world, so no trace of them is erased, and her pearl’s luster does not fade.. They call her “Mother,” and I call her “Life”!
