Beneath a palm's embrace, I pondered,
Perched and numbered leaves that gently wandered,
From the canopy, they gracefully flee,
Contemplating, could joy soon find me?
Strolling under the nocturnal sky's domain,
Yearning for wings to enclasp the celestial plane,
Witnessing stars in their splendor, gleaming high,
Wondering, is this where sorrows die?
Night veiled in the silvery moon's gleam,
As though my heart ached to burst its silent scream,
By the stream, I wept in solitude's embrace,
Wishing, this is but a dream's elusive grace.