Palm Trees

Like a tropical masquerade she stood
With hands as long and spiky fronds
And breasts as red fruits, ripe and
Fresh snacks for all who come to her feast
Long are her strong and tiny roots
For she stands as firm sentry and greets
All that journey through the quiet hamlet
She hides behind hills but towers as tallest
Tree, when she throws her shade over the rivulet
Sunlight is her dress so is the green forest
And she leads everyone with a blessed heart
For life gladly depends on her benevolence

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