From distant hills where olive trees sway, In Eretz Yisrael, where colors play, We send our love across the sea, To parents dear, so far, yet near to be. Though miles stretch wide, our hearts remain, Entwined in a bond that time won't wane. Your wisdom guides us, like stars in night, A beacon of warmth, an eternal light. In every sunrise, your whispers we hear, Through desert winds, your presence is near. We build our dreams on the land so vast, Yet home is where your love holds fast. In prayers and whispers, our souls unite, Across continents, through the endless night. For in your hearts, our journey began, Loved by parents, dear man and mam.