Clarissa Vasquez

The Mirror - Al-Mura

Al-Wadi (The Valley) There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Yet here I was reclining upon my favorite olive tree which I had named, Zaytun, gazing at the sun rays as they were merging onto the horizon with thoughts of a tomorrow. Wanting to welcome the moon, for even in darkness there is always light. Recognizing that the land could only give as much as it is given, I absorb all the beauty that these pastures lands have to offer. My mind begins to wander in the creation of it all and I fall short for words, for this life had not always been this complex. There was a time were harmony reigned among us and peace filled the air; but those days are now long gone.