Sway (Revised August 28, 2015)

Sway (RevisedAugust 29,2015)

I love how our Palm trees sway each day;
they put on their little show until the wind
refuses to blow.
I see their shadowy forms given by the Sun,
moving on my driveway swaying softly each day,
their images gliding silently over the clay.
Their movement is not seen in a lover's eyes,
but when you dance her sway may be a nice
surprise, hiding her from other guys would be wise.
I think the Palms taught those Hawaiian beauties
that rhythm we all know so well, how beautiful
they sway in their skirts made of hay, how many
guys even with a poke in the side from a mate
would look the other way?
The Palms laugh when the storms arrive;
they just sway and bend in order to survive.
In our lives we also do sway as the winds bringing
strife strongly blow, those who do not bend face
the turmoil that is waiting at the end.
To the Palms I say, let your bend and sway
be my friend today. As I watch the breeze
kiss your fawns in a gentle way, then,
all my cares melt away.

Author Ken
August 2015