African Palm Tree

Oh! My love, what is there to compare with you?
Your leaves are lovlier than the eagle's shed.
How could I forget the redness of your seed?
Mountain Everest is as though a draft to you.

And your root could bring the Earth down view,
Your lovely smell do wakes me off my bed.
Your pure wine far whiter than red,
Your seed is as red and soft as dew.

Thinking of your wine makes me drunk,
When in the desert I sense your defend,
In the forest I feel your leaves holding me,
When the heavens shake you stand trunk.

Your strength has never and will not be defined,
Not even death could stop thee.