The Palm Tree and I

As I lay on a hammock I reminisce in the palm tree's presence. It's sturdiness yet helplessness amazes me. I sway in awe as it continues to sway with the breeze. The warm tropical winds keep us in sync. Time is passing but the palm tree and I seem to be stopped in time. I try to mock its actions. I let the wind whirl me back and forth, feeling so limp, like the palm tree. I tense up, trying to control the movement, like the palm tree. Such nature, so beautiful, it's hard to leave the site. As daylight turns to dusk, I try with all my might. Leaving my hammock, with nothing but a book The palm tree, so precious, I take one more look.