olive trees

Paint strokes as delicate as a dove’s wings

Greens as if it were the trees own

Blues as if fish dance within them 

Yellow everywhere, warmth throughout 

Layers like petals of flowers around their stem 

Delicately picked 

One above the other 

Creating its own inner beauty 

Visions are worn on one's eye

Sunlight bright enough to burn 

Running through the thirsty brown grass

The leaves of the olive trees protecting us like angels