From another world From jungle trees where Mist and sudden drenching rainsWater your bare rootsSending waxen cascades of colorSpotted, speckled, Reaching to the ground.

Where ocean stops And sky startsI cannot tell, butKnow they never Touch and Always touchSky to waterWater to skyBlue on blueOf the same stuff.

Banana palm,Your fruit is so green!I haven't seen Any so green anywhereExcept in our local grocery storeUnder the "Golden Ripe Bananas" Sign