The Palm Tree

Through the eyes of a palm tree I see the blur of sun shining through my shaggy bright luscious leaves.
The sound of squealing kids playing in the sparkly shinning waters.
I taste the soil through my roots nourishing my body.
I smell the salty waters & the burning fuels from cars.
I touch the colourful birds that nestle in my branches,  
& the people that tell stories under my shade
I feel heat blazing against my rough skin
Burning up a fire
He looks like a billowing blow up man waving in the wind
Signalling everyone to gaze at its glory.
He bares his wrinkles for all to see.
Big long dreadlocks running down his face.
Sits an old grandpa tree in the sun.