The Ghaf too has a Story

We don’t pass by trees,
Thinking of stories.
We don’t pass by trees,
Thinking of their past.

We don’t know if their story,
Is something quite vast.
We don’t know if their story,
Is something very dark.

But all the travellers of these deserts,
See the brown bark.
But all the travellers of these deserts,
See the Ghaf.

It rises in the desert sands,
Against the scorching heat.
It rises in the desert lands,
Proud as tolerance is its spirit

It too has a story,
Just like all trees.
It too has a story,
Just like you.