Shattered

A crash destroyed my happy dream, it must be glass that loudly shattered, turns out a palm frond that I'd left, just slightly yellow, and preparing to leave its mother, one tall tree, just hanging there, its quick revenge destroyed the window near my head. And as its tentacles were reaching fanned by a breeze, which was a cousin to stronger winds, four tiny touches on my cheeks were making peace, while bearing need, and logic from the palmtree kingdom. I get the hint now, gentle giant will point my ears and friendly eyes at you who gives me shade and beauty. And thank you for this dreamtime lesson.