That Palm-Tree Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

That pretty palm tree remained For many years, but They made up their minds To build a new building, then They cut it down In a merciless and in a cruel way, That lovely palm-tree witnessed Many people's births, They got a lot of sweet and red dates Out of it, but Regretfully it was sawed in a second Not to be anymore, Build your pretty houses, but Keep these pretty palm-dates as their Pretty and lovely shadows anytime, Anywhere, and everywhere. ______________________________________________________________________