The little palm, a world to behold
Lovely gaze, glittery shine that glowed
The sweet-sad phase, keeping up her grit
Wandering life, planned a throbbing gift
Growing at a pace, clashed by the thunder
Marked with an unceasing imitation over
Bitter real, painful eyes showered in the rain
All she does, coverup her ravaging pain
Great, bad, sad, glad, all just a pass
Deadly depth, scared a death to harass
Out of all, the secret never to be unfolded
Mysterious she, how gracefully had it owned