Tritina Trees

I love to walk among the woods; It’s coolest here beneath the trees In pleasant shade, eschewing sun. In meadows where there’s only sun, I find I quickly miss my woods, And so I hurry to the trees. Ah, back again among the trees Where I find respite from the sun. Delightful here! I love my woods. My woods, their trees, block out the sun. ---------- (recurring theme of woods, trees, sun, but a "comfortable" environment in which to try out a new form. This form feels a bit like a "round", moving around a central theme. Going to have to try this some more)