lol...pretty good replica of a coconut tree. Where de coconuts, man? You cannot 'ave de coconut tree and not have a coconut. And I feel so homesick now. T'inkin' of de black sand and de hot summers', yeah, do hot soummers dat make me t'ink we in 'eaven. Not dat India ain't hot, but India heat kills you and keep you in de hell. The Caribbean summers? Ah, man.. dat rum punch, and de coconut water dat taste so sweet, man. It sweet like honey. And de sound of de waves, an de steel pan music, and smell of Tante Merle's fried chicken. Ay, ay.. yes mon.Dat's de place to be now. :) :)