I see palm trees crouched and standing straight and tall. The trunks pierce the Earth and have no movement at all except for a shimmy of Palm leaves dancing with no effort at all.
The feather like movement of branches seem to be choreographed by the Breeze as they dance to the music that I could hardly hear but now feel in my soul.
They seem to invite me to slip away into another world where nothing matters except the Rhythm in the air and the relaxing feeling that the palm trees give to us all.
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