Palm History Poem by lalitha iyer

Big leaf
small leaf
budding leaf
ripe old leaf
brown and red
and yellow and green
soft and tender
subtly lined
stern and brittle
veined sharp with riddles
palms of nature lies on the dust
trample not, they are hidden story chests

what a beauty, what a modesty
unlike a flower they don't show off fragrantly
neither do they bed with honeybees golden
they are silent messengers
their palms are discreet maps
to the nature's origin and ways
every leaf with enigmas profound
sleeps silently under the heaped carbage
the grandpa, ma leaves with the world of nature
engraved in their palms-legendary historians
they have the bond of life still vibrant within
harping in their hearts are a tree's legend
big leaf, small leaf, tiny leaf, broad leaf
red and green and yellow and brown
love them all they are nature in modesty's gown.