The banana tree fell
cause it had a story to tell
There were babies , warm
enclosed in its arm
all covered up cosy
In their thick blanket , rosy
They were numerous
multitude clamorous
They spoke their words
Of their future worlds
The choice was scant
To fight the storm or rant
The wind lashed this way and that
It broke the mama tree, splat
In the flash of lightning
It was clear as morning
It was either the parent
Or the baby future plant
Hence the tree broke
With a grunt it spoke
Bye , my kids
My heart bleeds
please grow up fast
i am already in the past
adieu !
Mon dieu !
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