Palm-tree: single-legged giant, <br />topping other trees, <br />peering at the firmament - <br />It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling <br />and fly away, away, <br />if only it had wings. <br /> <br />The tree seems to express its wish <br />in the tossing of its head: <br />its fronds heave and swish - <br />It thinks, Maybe my leaves are feathers, <br />and nothing stops me now <br />from rising on their flutter. <br /> <br />All day the fronds the windblown tree <br />soar and flap and shudder <br />as though it thinks it can fly, <br />As though it wanders in the skies, <br />travelling who knows where, <br />wheeling past the stars - <br /> <br />And then as soon as the wind dies down, <br />the fronds subside, subside: <br />the mind of the tree returns. <br />To earth, recalls that earth is its mother: <br />and then it likes once more <br />its earthly corner.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/palm-tree-5/
