The handsome coconut tree in front still dancing in the wind
Happily spreading its wings in the sun in rain
Did not know that soon to be chopped and carried away
Yeah good for yielding a delicious drink and flesh
To be chopped soon
What went wrong?
Only thing it is growing skyward a little too fast
Now, its fruits is unreachable its big leaves only good for fire
Yet it didn't know soon to be chopped poor thing
Giving, giving all the time but will end up tragically.
Poor tree!
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