Dear Israel

The sights, sounds, and smells

All of it is foreign to me.

There are lots of things here.

Things that people never see.

We always hear about things gone wrong.

Nothing good, it's always bad.

Now that I see this place,

Those rumors make me sad.

The land is portrayed

As no more than desert and sand.

But the view from the window

Is like the touch of God's hand.

There are many trees

And lush green grass.

I sit and watch it in awe

Through the window glass.

My opinion will forever be changed,

As with my life

For the land is a beautiful one

Filled with both joy and strife.