She looked up at the coconut fronds, unreachable,

It seemed to favor the world above than the one below,

Winding its way to reach that elusive sky,

The one that had intrigued her as a child,

The one that sprayed colors of exquisite shades,

On a canvas of white.

They did leave a lasting impression to the naked eye – the fronds against the velvety sky.

She stood an outsider, while the fronds and sky feted her world below with their natural charm,

A poignant encounter,

A resplendent view that will soon disappear as the sun goes down.

-shobana-