The Palm Tree
The palm tree: on one leg stands tall Towering above all Peering into the sky. In his mind, black clouds he wants to sever Fly away forever- But he hasn't wings to fly. . That's why, at the top of his head In his leaves rounded His wish he unfolds. Imagines, his wings are they, No ban on flying away, Leaving his household. . Whole day, with rustling sound The leaves sway around He's flying, he feels- In his mind The sky he treads The stars he evades As if going somewhere else. . At Last when the wind dies out, Leaves stop swaying about, His mind turns back to look- As he thinks: the soil is his mom, He likes again his home The Earth's cozy nook.
(Translated by me. Went crazy trying to format the text as the original poem. Ultimately could format but the font had to be changed... and had to put dots for inserting blank lines between stanzas. I'll keep trying.)