Canopy of Oaks

Under my Refuge A canopy of Oaks Sheltering from the blazing sunshine Sheltering from the sweltering heat That has put me to flight To seek the solace of trees Too much brightness, too much light On this summers day The trees are wilting They have no water to drink As on the grounds leaves are falling Carpeting the ground The crow squawks for water To quench its thirst Maybe a splash Farmers are harrowing But ploughs can barely scratch The concrete hard dirt The exercises once witnessed Is a thing of the past As the heat rages on in earnest The acorns drops in submission A gentle breeze rustling the carcasses of leaves I can't help being grateful As it gathered speed To soothe and pamper Fulfilling a need. But of this canopy I am grateful As it has eased my torment Giving me a reprise. Feels like a long lost friend visiting Feels like from heaven sent.