In the shadows of history, whispers unfold,
A tale of resilience, of stories untold.
Bethlehem's stars gaze with ancient grace,
Guiding a people through time and space.
Amidst olive orchards, a symbol of peace,
Where struggles and hope cease to decrease.
Footprints on sand, imprints of strife,
Yet, a heartbeat echoes, a rhythm of life.
Ramallah's streets echo laughter and tears,
A mosaic of memories, spanning the years.
In Hebron's quietude, echoes of the past,
A legacy endured, resilient and steadfast.
On the canvas of Nablus, colors entwine,
A symphony of voices, a collective design.
Through the winding alleys of Old Acre,
Hope's fragrance lingers, a resilient anchor.
In the tapestry of cities, stitched with care,
Jericho whispers tales, ancient and rare.
As the sun sets on the hills of East,
Palestine's spirit, a constant feast.
