Literature and Poetry
 My Tree
Facing the Almond Tree
I Will Plant in the Wilderness
My Land to Love
Planting
The Month of Shevat
When you Arrive to the Land
With the First Knesset

Benjamin Tene

 My Tree

The brother of wind – is my tree

And of the glowing sun.

Its upper branches tower my garden

It droops laden with inflorescence.

And listens to me without budging:

A faithful friend, a pal.

 

Whoever hears will mock me:

What type of friend and pal is this?

All gnarled and scarred,

His age – no one knows!

May they enjoy this mockery!

And I shall hug its trunk,

And shall whisper to it: - good friend,

Please teach me, you mighty one,

How to raise my head after a storm,

And like you, to bloom again

And to blossom, to blossom on end

Please teach me, oh tree.

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