In a tropical paradise, where palm fronds sway,
The rustling leaves dance the day away,
Whispering secrets in the balmy breeze,
A symphony of nature that never sees cease.
Amidst the emerald green, they shimmer and shake,
Creating music that the wind helps make,
Like a gentle lullaby to soothe the soul,
Their graceful movement, a sight to extol.
Underneath their canopy, I find my peace,
Where worries and troubles finally release,
In the rustling of palm fronds, a timeless embrace,
A tranquil haven, a serene resting place.
The rustling of palm fronds, a soothing sound,
In paradise’s rhythm, they can always be found,
Whispering tales of the tropics’ allure,
A melody of calm that will forever endure.