The branches of this olive tree
Now hardened brown and cold
No sun no rain no love it seems
Have left its arms to fold
But in its roots life rests its head
And dreams of brighter days
The light of mercy seeming dead
Lies dormant in scorn’s haze
Now only light can fill these branches
With the leaves of peace
And bring these folded arms to stretch
Beyond where egos cease
– Rondym Kiefe