The
Olive Tree Poem
I'm a little Olive Tree, oh so small, In years ahead, I'll grow
so tall! With a lot of water, sun, air, and olives will soon be
way up there!
Deep inside the soil my roots are found, Drinking
the water of imaan underground. Water from the roots my trunk
receives, Then my trunk starts making leaves.
As I start to climb in altitude, Leaves on my
branches will make food of olives. Soon my trunk and branches
will grow wide with maturity, And I'll grow more bark outside
to protect me from the harshness of this world!