The coconut tree

The first things i see when i wake up these days are the blue sky and the tall coconut trees awash with nocturnal rain. It's one of my favorite scenes. Hmm, i think i formed a thing for the coconut trees at an early age when i read the following poem:

The coconut tree
Standing on its solitary leg
Towers over the others

It peeks into the sky
And wonders
One day i shall fly away altogether
Piercing the dark cloud

But alas
Where shall i find my wings.

And i would recite it over and over stressing on the sixth line. Hmm. Children are odd, n'est-ce pas?

Anywho, i peeked into my next book, This Side of Paradise, by Fitzgerald and feeling quite like the coconut tree. Perhaps i will start it tomorrow.