COCONUT WHISPERS

COCONUT WHISPERS
In the heart of tropic splendor,
Where the sea and sky embrace,
Stands the noble coconut tree,
A symbol of this tranquil place.
Its slender trunk reaches high,
Defying storms that test its might,
With roots deep in the sandy earth,
It stands steadfast through day and night.
Emerald fronds in graceful arcs,
Swaying gently in the breeze,
They whisper tales of ancient lands,
And secrets of the seven seas.
Beneath its shade, a cool retreat,
From the sun’s relentless glare,
Lies a world of simple joys,
A haven free from worldly care.
Coconuts, like golden treasures,
Clustered high in leafy crowns,
Hold the nectar of the earth,
And the sweetness of these boundless towns.
Each nut a promise of life,
In its husk, a world of dreams,
A drink, a food, a tender hope,
In its flesh and milk, pure streams.
As the sunset paints the sky,
In hues of gold and crimson fire,
The coconut tree stands tall and proud,
A guardian of the night’s attire.
So listen to the whispers soft,
Of the coconut trees so grand,
They tell of love, and life, and time,
In a language we understand..
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI