This tender green shoot
fragile and bright
sings to me of your friendship and care.
It is a reflection of my very soul
rooted in the rich soil of the Prophet
—peace be upon him—
and stretching toward the radiance of Your glory.
Watered by prayer
and pollinated by every person who smiles
and says “Salaam,”
it would be a stubborn root indeed
that did not thrive and grow green
in such a place.