The Final Time We Came To The Olive Tree!

It was a cold night, was a very cold night indeed. The nights that I felt as the walls came in on the fifth. (This is a poem).

Do you think you could fly if you really wanted to?I do. Sometimes I feel as if I am one of the few people who believe that we can take flight – that we could rise above our current state and a grasp a better day forward.

That is today. In the night we were weak, however the day has given us strength. Strength, fortitude and perseverance.