A Palm Tree tells you everything is possible
Tall, thin lip leaves by dozens, bearing coconut
In its waving and green nature
It Says
I be without questioning
My fruit is slow but replenishes
A single meal for a few mouths
Dry, white brown, dying leaves
Never got much sun, barely holding on
Head nodding heavily toward the ground
it does not wave like those on top
but wind moves its crumbling limbs
That resembles life
in slight movements
left and right
Then you realize
the whole tree leans
left and right
It doesn't have much
Style
But it’s innate form
is quite majestic
As Hell.
