I wonder why it is called a tree
Yet she is dressed like a masquerade
With thorny arms raised to deliver a blow
And fins to wade thru a turbulent storm
Dangerous as she looks,
She is quietly harmless
Swerving from one wind to another
She enjoy the attention of the airs
When there is a heavy storm
She guides the little shrubs
When the sun shine bright
She takes also much heat
She stand, tall and fixated…
Breaking the wind surge
Wearing a grim apparition
One of piety and grace
She possesses queer tentacles
Which come as green leaves
Growing a shade of shadows
For every thing which seek refuge
The tree is both benevolent to man and wild
Dancing to the tune of both commanders
She gives her fruits as food and snack
And the leaves and barks are vegetables
So this person called the Palm
Is more than a tree.
In parts of lands below the Tropics
We can say she is part of the culture
