Palm fronds are falling,
Floating,
slowly,
like feathers
I lean against the arching trunk
of this beautiful palm tree.
Falling.
Itโs an old tree,
leaves will fall,
it happens;
but they fall,
itโs beautiful
but they fall,
too quickly,
but they fall.
I look up to the light.
Thereโs a never-ending canopy.
Where did all these fronds come from?
Donโt you know itโs time to wake up sister?
Itโs warm.
The night is coming.
But itโs warm.
Itโs warm?
You were always the logical one.
Telling me itโs time to wake up.
Itโs always time to wake up.ย ย
But youโre here.
Yes,
leaning against the trunk,
touching the roughness of the bark,
stretching my limbs like the roots.
No,
You are the soft furs of the fronds,
the small spines
elongating from the rachis,
the parts that are destined to fall.
Itโs time to wake up sister.
I am awake
Looking up to fronds,
reaching around the thin trunk โ
the other side ...
it's empty.
I am awake,
the fronds keep falling.
I am awake.
This was another writing exercise for my class.
Any and ALL feedback is appreciated but, ultimately, I hope I did a good job lol and I hope you all enjoy it. (:
ยฉ Shane Lee