From Your Laughter

Bombs steal laughter. Bombs burn the greenery. The leaves of the sick plane trees bear on their lips a burnt imprint of distant laughter. You don't surrender! Don't let laughter burn in the plane grove of your home. You laugh. The sound of your laughter calls the hidden springs. The sound of your laughter brings back the clear waves from the far desert. From your laughter the hidden springs well up. Laugh! Young, well-watered leaves grow from your laughter. From your laughter fresh leaves fresh and green embrace your life and at last my life...