WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

WHISPERING OLIVE 
In sun-drenched lands where ancient stories sleep,
The olive tree, its vigil it does keep.
Each silvered leaf, a whisper soft and low,
Of ages past, and seeds of peace they sow.
Like angel wings, unfurled in gentle grace,
A quiet beauty on earth's weary face.
No vibrant hue, no blossom bold and bright,
Just verdant calm, bathed in celestial light.
They catch the breeze, a rustling, hushed refrain,
A promise breathed, to soothe all earthly pain.
The olive's peace, a solace deep and true,
Reflecting skies, forever fresh and new.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI