The wind challenges the palm frond
It's stem forced to retreat
With fingers trembling to compose
The gust abaits, balance is momentarily restored.
Another gust and the battle returns
The frond dances in unison with fellow counterparts
To and fro, to and fro
Grateful of it's strong anchorage.
Those outer leaves of sun browned kisses
May contemplate their one last dance
As youthful vibrance flexes it's stance
Jostling and playing for prime position.
The greenest fronds who's strength delights
Comforts not yond bird in flight
Yet magesty you know your right
Who's holy feet has past alight.
Oh palm of wonder
Glorious sight
Do bow your head
To all that's right.
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