Palm trees with elephantine trunks, standing sturdily,
strongly along many roads of man's doing.
Casting long shadows onto sidewalks and streets, tripping
up sunshine and it's magnificent heat.
Walking along the street, looking up, watching palm leaves
lazily waving their fronds in greeting to every passer-by
who takes the time to look up.
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