Princess of the vegetable forest,
Sitting on a starved bed,
Lies in keeping foliage ready,
Her fronds spread out like fingers,
Never get thicker like her age.

Birds rest on are shape,
Dancing in the desert wind,
That blew through the leave,
Thrive in warm climate with a rare frost.

Her tall stem point straight towards heaven,
Rises to the great height,
Rare than any other being,
Having a sweet and agreeable taste,
Sturdy and plentiful.

Produce a berry-like fruit with a fleshy rink,
Which recreate those fronds memories?
Cooling other excitement,
Tree of shelter,
Human food in desert temptation.

When hurricane comes by,
When large tree and branches are down,
Speed of the stand back and forth,
She stands tall with a few less fronds,
Pleasing the eyes in every season.

A wise guru in windy day,
Bounce back and stand tall,
Undamaged amidst of harshness,
She stood tall, reaching the sky.






@olush