Fate

Standing majestically tall,
bearing fruit for all,
sways the leaves of the palm tree,
inviting me,
to indulge in the sweetness of its dates,
while pondering my fate.

I close my eyes and savor the taste,
eating each without any haste;
when an enveloping peace sweeps me,
into a dream that I clearly see.
Thousands of palm trees
are smiling and singing:

You married a man from the country
of the dates,
to live in his country
is your fate.