Long ago, in a time before humans roamed the earth, the wind was the only moving presence. Over land and sea it roamed, tossing the spray, tousling the shore and dancing with the leaves and the flowers.
The palms along the shore grew curious. Bound to the earth, they yearned to dance like the bold wind, to roam free, flying over land and air.
When the wind caressed the palm trees, the green fronds lifted with joy, dancing on the breeze. Deeply moved, the palms swayed in the breeze, fluttering in the blush of love. They sighed, swooned, and whispered their secrets into the wind, and the dance went on.
If you listen closely, you can hear it today – the laugh of the earthbound palm tickled by the wind, or as we know it, the rustle of the palms swaying in the breeze.