The Golden Palm Trees
By Dion R
As I drifted, isolated from my flock,
the scent of chlorophyll made me sneeze.
I gazed at the golden palm trees from above,
As I glided swiftly in the cool breeze.
These special crowds of the thriving species bring joy to my beloved body.
The sparkling stars in the night sky shone upon the city,
Although the golden palms outdid the glow.
The soothing fragrance of fresh air filled my nostrils,
as carbon dioxide rushed into the atmosphere.
All my emotions disappeared into the bright tips of the golden palm trees.
As the bright sun starts to fade, I lie comfortably on my heartwarming bed.
The flash of a memorable moment flickers past my mind
The flow of joy rushes through my fragile body as I lie,
Dreaming about the golden palm trees.