Palm Breeze
A Palm's After-Storm Reflection
On this balmy November day, all of us stand beneath skies that have seen storms--but remember our voices amid the loud roar of thunder.
We are the palm trees--we bend, straighten, sometimes lose a few branches when there are storms in our lives--but we reach our own rhythm.
Our dance goes on despite the rain.
🌿🌊🌤️
My palm fronds dance in the wind
Watch kites kiss the sky
Tasting the metallic air--
Hearing, knowing, but not listening.
🌬️🪁🍃
They sense the tumult of the clouds--
The world in chaos, deer running.
The whoosh of wind and sands shift
My branches bend.
🌪️🦌🍂
The faint smell of sea salt
From waves that poured over.
But my tattered trunk remains.
My seeds sprout on new soil.
🌱🌊☀️
The calm blue sky returns--
My fronds sway in a new dance.
They feel the sea's breeze as they traipse.
Hearing--and knowing their whisper.
🌤️🍃🌊
Yet I stand, listening, still dancing,
Knowing when to bend
And when to straighten
To my tune.
🌿🌬️🌞
For Mikeydred's November Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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