The Palm and the Daisy

Tap 

tap, 

goes the palm against the window. 

His leaves wide like a hand outstretched toward the sun, 

bathing in the sunflower rays of a hot velvet day. 

Lazy.

Dazy. 

The palm slaps against the window.

Swaying to and fro. 

Seeing iridescent spots 

then takes a glance below.

Hazy.

Daisy.

Her lemon center points towards the sky.

Oh to be as tall as a palm.

Her banana bitter eye

Stares up at this giant, green.

She sits below the window

Shivering in his shade

His palm slaps against the window

To the Daisy, no attention is paid.