Question

A poem about Syria

Answer 1

In ancient lands where rivers flow,
Where cedar trees in beauty grow,
A tapestry of history's thread,
Syria, where both love and sorrow spread.

From Damascus streets where whispers blend,
To Aleppo's stones, where echoes send,
The tales of empires, of glory and pain,
In every corner, a story remains.

The minarets rise against the sky,
Their shadows dance as the days go by,
Markets alive with colors bright,
A symphony of life, day turns to night.

Yet shadows creep in the silent air,
A land once vibrant now stripped bare,
The cries of those who lost their way,
In the heart of pain, hope seeks to sway.

Through ashes and ruins, the spirit stands,
In the hearts of the people, hope still expands,
For even in darkness, a light may ignite,
Syria's soul, forever alight.

So let us remember the laughter, the tears,
The dreams of the children swept by their fears,
With courage unyielding, they rise from the fray,
In unity forged, they will find their way.

In every story of love and loss,
In every struggle, the bridge they cross,
Syria, exquisite, through chaos and strife,
A testament to strength, the will to have life.