The palm tree....

oaky its heart that holds skyward
its soul endowed
giant pineapple head, anchors deep
its roots to hold earth fast. Knowing
gusts' immortality, keeps flexible
its branchless, tall bark, elastic to bend
to dodge it however violent, and holds
its breath sometimes to sway
as wind vane , in the absence
of climate broadcast, its fronde of leaves
as the harbinger of woeful-weather,
initiated man, losing his teeth,
from hole in-the-cave shelter
to palm tree, earth-floored house-
paving the way to what is now,
glass building full of sky. Ditch bound,
mobility beyond
power, amidst life's storm, be it
cloudbursts or sultry sun-
it strives to make
a oasis of itself.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-10-17 at 03:35

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I felt this like God, or a God, or nature itself talking to itself. Powerful.