Coconut

I looked through the window sill Came to my mind a windmill Tall and lean with many arms Unlike those windmills at farms. Up in the air, they dances Close to sea anemones Despite their bunches of loads Shakes with the tip of its toes. They love the sea’s mercy The one is in no worry To adapt in my red place And persuade me with its grace. Almost long a year to greet The hard shell one-seeded fruit Which hides the virgin water And make my tongue feel better.