Lake Kinneset - Israel, 25^th November 1992

                                 SavLanuuk...

                                 You picked a carnation,

                                 A young bud, from another nation,

                                 Gave it sunlight to grow

                                 Until it no longer ‘musta go'.

                                 Never lonely, but she stands alone,

                                 Protected by sand and stone.

                                 Raindrops are her only tears,

                                 The clouds above hide all her tears.

                                 But her roots grow towards the sky

                                 Because without freedom she would wither and die.

                                 Her petals are her wings

                                 With which she frees herself of hurtful things.