Have you ever noticed how a simple palm tree can make even a bombed out building look beautiful? There is a majesty about them. Exotic in charm, there feathered fan of leaves moved by the winds can intoxicate.
I have always wondered whether those who live amongst them feel the same way I do while in there presence.
They are foreign to me, much like the soil that they choose to grow in. In exile, some stand alone, like lonely persons celebrating there own greatness. They are magnificent reminders of our own roots. Perhaps that is even part of the appeal. -tM