Tropical Palms from all over the Pacific shade the walkways of Foster Gardens near Downtown Honolulu.
Every plant is labeled showing it's origin. No wonder I was high.This is the place where all my maleconcubines get their palms to fan me, this is the place where my massive army gets it's cannonballs from the cannonball tree, this is the place where the birds sing my name at 6 am so softly that I wake just enough to drink my prepared Hibicus tea from cups made of flowers and step in to my slippers made of fuzzy fibers, combed thru by my help maidens.
It is not difficult to feel adored by God when I stand in speckled shade underneath an Australian Chestnut
Tree beside the heledonia and watch the red headed love birds as they make believe the world is theirs.