Majestic Palm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Engulfed in nature's abode, seeing her textures up closely while sitting here.
Roots, thin and many above ground, being dried out by the sun.
Just above them is a soft wispy, powdery section sliding to the ground.
A slight step up, looking like bands wrapped circularly above each other, almost two feet of them.
Then more bands with long brushy strands leaning out and to the left, catching slight breezes, dancing stiffly at times.
Scanning higher, wood-like panels crossing each other produce designs of natural beauty, flattening and or jutting out the sides, cradling hair-like cushions on the way up.
Smaller, softer patches of baby mosaics, climbing towards smaller bands, inching their way up.
One last group of panels, holding deadly for dear life as eyes gaze upon symmetrical fans of green, sprouting from the top.
A palm tree in all it's majesty, from bottom to top, created by God's nature.