A Quote by Jimmy Buffett

Lights are glowing in the palm trees. — © Jimmy Buffett
Lights are glowing in the palm trees.
I have a lot of palm trees, because they say to me holidays and ocean. I grew up very poor and I had an aunt who would go on holiday and send me postcards of palm trees and I would pin them to the wall, so I've gone from that fantasy to reality.
Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
Relatively mild gusts of wind blow some trees down. Graceful palm trees, for example, are lovely to look at but will not stand up in a heavy wind because they are not well anchored.
Whenever I see a nighttime picture of Earth from space, with its glowing lights, I am stirred by its beauty.
The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudily glorious at night, with a milling crowd filling sidewalk and roadway, silent, going up, going down, between upstanding banks of brilliant lights, each building braided and embossed with glowing, many-coloured bulbs of man-rayed luminance. A glowing valley of the shadow of life. The strolling crowd went slowly by through the kinematically divine thoroughfare of New York.
Hollywood is Newark, New Jersey with palm trees.
These palm trees like my old homeboys, hella shady
I remember when the palm trees were short and Tomorrowland was modern.
I like indoor Christmas trees. And I like people who decorate their homes with lights and all that crap. I think it's a healthy outlet for them. If they weren't covering their lawns with twinkling lights, they'd be doing something that was really, really creepy.
My great joy these days is giving palm trees water. Simple as that.
Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds... Lonely trees are not lonely!
The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.
For me exotic means beaches, palm trees and sand and frolicking in the ocean
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.
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