Good bye to our palm trees

We know not who the planter was

Nor do we know who sowed the seed

But as we gazed from our window pane

We watched them wave in the morning breeze.

Their branches reaching out to sky

Standing for freedom in a world of woe

While other branches wither and die

Falling to the brown earth below.

Then suddenly we gazed again

What’s happening to our well loved friends?

As branch by branch their colour change

Fatigue, disease, is this the end?

Inspectors came with tale to tell

There’s no solution but to fell  

We watched them tremble and weep with fear

As we bid farewell to our friends so dear.

And now our turn has come around

To plant seeds of hope and friendship sound

Providing shelter for bird and bee

Living in cosmic harmony.

 Bridget Brady sm