The Wanderer and the Tree

A weary wanderer here I come
Looking for shelter under the sun.
Won’t you spare a stretch of your shade?
The sun is up and its long before it fades.

Looking for solace all this time,
Found your shade – serene and sublime.
Will you spare a patch of this shade?
The sun is high enough and its long before it fades.

I won’t be here forever. You know.
Till then will you keep away the rain and snow?
I’ll be lying still beneath the grass blades,
The sun is still high and it will take long to fade.

And when my foot sores will hurt no more,
I’ll move on, I’ll move on for sure!
I’ll relinquish the space under your shade,
Although the sun will still be high enough to fade.