The Palm Tree
By Petra Prensky
Leaves are rustling,
The sun is setting.
Nature is withstanding the noises and
Dealings of us humans.
The palm tree is swaying in the wind,
Bearing a bounty of coconuts,
Not caring, what will happen to them.
It must be nice not to think.
Not being able to worry about your offspring.
Just standing tall, taking in the sunshine,
The rain, the nutrients from the earth.
Looking closer, I see life teaming on its trunk,
Highways of ants, bugs, critters.
Rats love to make their nests in the crown.
The palm tree keeps on growing,
Shedding palm fronds and coconut bunches.
Letting the wind unite the sounds of the rustling fronds
With the music of the universe.