Palm Trees

[a side note: I would love to explain this poem if someone is curious. It may seem obvious then enigmatic in some spots, but it's for a reason.]

Palm trees

I looked past the gloom of grey
The glory of being in such a bangin city
Such a brilliant time to be alive
Living in such a spotless bubble
Oh what a time to watch the cement pour
The building go up and up around
The cranes with big white names splattered atop
What a time of opportunity
A time for ski breaks during the week
School holidays for the kids
A safe and steady income
To feed our sadistic desires
Locked deep within the confines of house and home
Watching the palm trees fade in the distance
Far behind what anyone looked for
Away from the bay
And into the star-struck steel mountains
For home we have dates
Sticky and squirmy
Running off the calendars and into the bin
They no longer breathe desert air
They scream Scotland
So away we fly
Up and away into the grey sky
Looking not to the stars
But the cranes far above them.