This is quite a long poem........so I am posting it in three parts. I hope you enjoy it and don't get bored.
I look at the palm tree,
His leaves black against the dark sky.
He is standing there alone,
Leaves drooping,
Stretching ....stretching up to meet the sky.
Stretching away from the hubble around him.
The old palm tree.....
Standing there for years now...
withstanding the strong winds,
Bearing the lashes of the rain,
facing the scorching heat of the sun.
And disturbed by the noise and smoke around him.
I can see the palm tree sway,
Whispering as the wind rustles his leaves.
Whispering...trying to say something
Some secret he has hidden in his heart for years.
But I can't hear him....
No...I can't....from my window far away.
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