These are the trees I see where I stand
The date palm which does not belong
And the pecan which does not belong
And the grapefruit, orange and lemon
— they do not belong
And here is the olive
It feels like it belongs
But it does not
And now we come to the mesquite
— It opens arms to all and says in a whisper you are welcome here
And finally the paloverde anoints all in shining gold