The Palm Tree

Bathing and relaxing in the fabulous sunlight, 
Peering at the soft creamy clouds twirling in the sapphire site.

Whispering all it's secrets to the calm and gentle breeze,
Orchards, maples, oaks and elms, the palm is the most tropical of trees.

The spiky trunk towering above me, feels very prime,
The magnificent palm tree is rooted in the crisp, gold sand all the time.

Gives company to the shore, chatting with the oceans and views,
they don't forget the sizzling sand,
magnificent doves, and floating blues.

I love palm trees they are amazing and great,
outstanding they are, the coast's best mate.

 

A Boy's Spirit

When a boy's spirit was lost,

A smile plastered to his face,

Chuckles and lively cheer,

The crimson sun frolicked with grace.

When a boy's spirit was lost,

The sapphire sky strikes with joy,

The atmosphere overflowing with bliss,

pessimistic darkness being coy.

When a boy's spirit was lost,

After all the enjoyable leisure,

In the pristine waters, 

At the rails to conclude the pleasure.

An abrupt tremor of trauma!

Woe and sorrow showered down,

Shadows of death stealthily crept by,

The dingy skies formed a frown.

That boy's spirit is lost, 
An angel, not a scare,
That boy had to pay for an accident,
An accident can cost you, without care.

That boy's spirit is lost,

A passed life, It wasn't fair 
A hapless soul, draped in solitude,

Leaving behind a daunting moral of despair....