Planes, Planes, Planes

I am not a tree,

But the trunk of me is at a standstill.

I enjoy the giant letters that read ‘L.A.X’,

And appreciate what I’ve grown to call home.

The planes roar and bring in variety.

And I am exposed to all of life in just one place.

On the other hand, I can’t hear a thing when I answer my phone.

- Carmen Iben