Combed by the wind, the olive tree stands still and balanced. Its silvery leaves whisper in the warm light. Bent but not broken, it defies time. Its roots hold fast where storms pass. And in its shade rests the quiet power of the earth.
Combed by the wind, the olive tree stands still and balanced. Its silvery leaves whisper in the warm light. Bent but not broken, it defies time. Its roots hold fast where storms pass. And in its shade rests the quiet power of the earth.