twelve kinds of trees

I counted this morning, from the open upstairs breakfast terrace of my small hotel in Zanzibar's Stone Town.

So much green, in so many shapes and textures - succulent, fronded, foliaged, falling. Canopies of leaves, palmate, digitate, spiky, dense, delicate. Flashing with interwoven flowers and sky. Flocks of crows overhead - so much noisier than the swift skeins of swallows in Italy. Was that just last week? Which Shailja was that pair of eyes?