Lullaby to a Nut

The Coconut Tree is like a majesty in the land
Rising to the sky, but looking down below
With its outstretched leaves swaying like a cogon grass
To beckon those beneath of its tasty big fruit
Hanging up above, waiting to be plucked
As its shapely trunk meanders through the sky
Like vine grasping tightly as it climbs
And stare at the sky like a jewel in the sand
My coconut tree is the life of my land
By its leaves our heads are sheltered
With its body, our houses rise,
But its fruit, ahh, is the food, the livelihood, and the sustenance
Of us children of the land
This is but a fitting lullaby
To a nut, more than a nut
And that indeed is none but only
That which is the Coconut!