How beau­ti­ful to stare and to see,

Those palm ribs of my favorite coconut tree;

Where trunk is tow­er­ing up and high.

Like birds soar­ing high in sky.

The fruits may be hard outside

but there’s a clear and soft heart inside,

The juice within can make me strong

And make my joy­ful life so long.

My tree is always proud to stand

Where roots are tightly hold­ing grounds;

At night when stars and moon are bright,

My tree smiles in per­fect sight.

O dear O lovely coconut tree

Be still today, thanks for inspir­ing me.

by Michael Flo­res Caasi

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