In the land where olive trees sway,
Where ancient stones whisper tales of old,
Palestine, a name that echoes through time,
A story of courage, a spirit bold.

Fields of green, kissed by the sun,
Mountains rise, embracing the sky,
Rivers flow with the tears of many,
Yet hope lingers, never to die.

Children’s laughter, a melody pure,
Echoes in streets where dreams endure,
Through the pain, the loss, the strife,
Palestine breathes with resilient life.

In every heart, your name is written,
In every soul, your light is lit,
For freedom’s call, for peace to reign,
Palestine, you shall rise again.

The land of prophets, of poets’ song,
Where justice waits, though the night is long,
Palestine, the world shall see,
Your dawn will come, your people free.
© oumaima_elbakkali