The Relaxed Palm Tree

The relaxed palm tree swaying in the breeze.
Moving slow like a sloth,                    
standing sharp like a pencil.

The grassy green palms dance daintily over the deep- rooted stem.
The palms, so exotic,   so enormous.
The burnt sienna, branchless trunk, tall like a tower,
and surrounded by flowers.    
Only one trunk that stands alone.

Towering over the gloomy grey school,
Catching the eye as it starts to sway.
The palm tree covers the school in its own shady zone.
After a long, hard day, 
I sit under the tree and the bullies laugh at me.

As the tree speaks to me, everything goes away.
The tree listens as I speak my heart apart,
about all the agony that has come my way.
But suddenly I'm filled with glee when the tree speaks to me.
She tells me everything is gonna be okay.
I love this tree, it makes me dream
and wonder if anything else can make me gleam.