Windsock, the palm-tree by Tom Mukasa

Windsock, the palm-tree

A palm-tree on a high point ,

was named Windsock,

it can tell you of things past,

of months and years gone,

companionship when you are alone,

it told me something I didn't know,

with fronds held upright in pride,

it showed me how,

it  stands storms and gales,

I wanted to know,

about the winds,

to the palm-tree I went,

for tips,

I saw it bow and bend,

this way and that,

a stoop and tip,

for to work with the winds,

is not a simple task,

the palm-tree remains,

even when am gone,

to become the very winds that blow.