Coconuts in bunches on the trees

short dwarfed trees with leafy palms

they grow in line on the green grass

their branches hanging over the wall with 

spiked rails, to ward the intruders off.

Its juices would relinquish endless days

of thirst and hunger.

The juices from the coconut, its white

flesh on the inside, its delicacy mounted in pride.

Like apples, its look is tempting its juice is filling

and for every passer-by,its calls with a willing.

With sharpened blades they walk

and in their group they talk 

of the longing on the trees

its palms swaying in the quiet

evening breeze.

I pray of you sire

as I die of thirst

may I have but one humble coconut

before I burst?

My need is dire

will you have a heart

and help me with that little start?