Ode to the Palm Tree

An original poem by Shannon: Die, palm tree, die.
Your little seeds no more can spread
the endless shoots in our grass so green.
Die, palm tree, die.

So harsh, but so needed.
Always there,
just blowing in the wind,
marking our home.
Endlessly dropping little bombs of palm.
Gone, palm tree, gone.

(The picture you are looking at is of the pile of woodshavings from a palm tree that was HUGE and in front of our house. The palm tree is no more.)