Coconut Trees

Sunshine kisses the tent with warm delight,

Birdsongs chorus about with melodic chime,

Brazen sienna behind sleepy lids burn bright,

Alas the deep breath of morning time.

Out of the tent crashes in waves

The magnetic, teal twinkle of unrelenting strength,

Even the fittest who chooose to tango, crumlbe like sand caves

The eternal lesson learned is to surrender at length.

Consciousness is rattled by the chilling oceaniz breeze,

Pale fingers fiddle with twifs nad leaves,

Unlike the nature of the tropical Hawaiian ease,

Breath falls still as the rising fire relieves.

I love you, Earth Mother, for your beauty.

Thank you, Universe, for your infinity.