To a Palm Tree

O palm tree in the desert land, You weave a tale with every strand; Your gentle sway, a life divine, With roots that clench and branches shine.

The sun shall paint your face with light, In warm embrace, both day and night; A silent sentinel you stand, Embracing every grain of sand.

In your tall grace, a wisdom flows, Of ancient tales that never close; You touch the wind and kiss the sky, In your deep silence, spirits lie.

• James Elroy Flecker