City of Peace

Smooth tan stones cover the ground
Where merchants sell jewelry
And people stroll through the city
Pomegranates are piled in baskets
And Armenian pottery shimmers under the sun

The smell of fresh pita and fried falafel
Wafts through the warm air as golden hour approaches
schoolchildren skip out of school
To their homes or to their friends
The city hum settles
And their busy day comes to an end

While the sun sets behind their ancient buildings
And the twinkling lights illuminate the sky
From the Golan Heights to the Dead sea
Our neighbors and us
Are together again