Tale of the Palm tree

The inanimate have a voice

A voice so heavenly, man can’t comprehend

A language of praise to the Creator

Carried by a gentle breeze along the Equator

The diversity of tongue yet unison in worship

Each leaf with its tune :a unique frequency

To each tune, a resonance.

The  breeze plays rhythmically in the background enjoining the leaves  to  dance

Their dance is but a language of love and adoration for the Creator

The inanimate have a voice

A voice so heavenly man can’t comprehend.

Forever their hearts play a distinct rhythm

A peculiar hymn

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