A coconut tree stands in a storm, and everything around it urges it to leave. The wind pushes, the clouds call out "let's go, let's go," and the tree even has ten wings, yet it cannot fly. The poem sets up freedom as something tempting and almost within reach, then quietly refuses it.
The ending explains why. The earth holds the tree "with affection," and the bond between roots and soil is strong. The last line is blunt: life can't live if uprooted. What looks like confinement turns out to be what keeps the tree alive.
The speaker seems to accept this rather than resent it. There's a gentle sadness in the tree's longing, since the sky's call sounds real and inviting, but the mood settles into calm acceptance. Judging by the imagery, the tree may stand for any person tied to a place, a home, or a family, who feels the pull to go but understands what belonging gives them.