In the tropics, palm fronds sway and bend,
Whispering secrets they have long held,
Their gentle rustling, a lullaby so sweet,
In the balmy air, their stories unfold.
Beneath the canopy, a tranquil oasis,
Where sun-kissed leaves dance in harmony,
Their symphony of sound, a soothing melody,
Nature’s own rhythm, a timeless symphony.
Through verdant fronds, the sunlight peeks,
Casting patterns like an intricate lace,
A masterpiece of shadows and light,
An enchanting display, a tropical embrace.
Each rustle, a serenade to the soul,
Every swish, a brushstroke in the sky,
A mesmerizing dance, a living artwork,
The palm fronds’ whispers, a gentle lullaby.