There was a tree in a town of Maldives,
Irrespective of the season, it thrives,
Its girth, tens of hand spans,
At midnight the leaves dance,
No one has seen this except the priests' wives.
An abode to mystical creatures,
Some believed to be miniatures,
At twilight, the leaves glowed
Exotic fragrance flowed,
Creatures are elves-like caricatures.
One day...
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