The Palm Tree
She stands alone, but near the others,
She ages slowly, patiently, in the sandy soil near the sea,
She’s different from the other trees,
She’ll not easily share her age,
She appears slender, and sinewy under the white clouds,
She’s hard to the touch, but soft inside,
She tolerates the hot sun, and offers modest shade,
But do not be fooled by her fragile appearance,
She’ll defy the angry dark seasonal storms,
He’ll not scare her,
He’ll blow his hard winds,
He’ll pelt her with salt rain,
He’ll crack thunder in the black sky,
He’ll fling lightning bolts to shake her earth,
But he’ll barely touch her,
She’ll beguile him,
She’ll barely notice he passed by,
Her elusive nature hides her singular shelter,
And she’ll remain beautiful well after the author that noticed her.
NS
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