The tantrum and the tree

Hardness, roundness, roughness all trees
Brown barks backing upwards with ease
Climbers cycling, winding around
Some float, some rooted below ground
Surrounding depth, meshed earth and grass
Borrowers rally round without class
Roughed up by angry winds, trees shake
Yellow sun falls asleep, green wakes
Rightly, birds build nests, making their home
Bleeding trees make magical domes
Branches grow from kissing sharp blades
Thirsty men hide behind their shades
Taking pleasures, stealing sunshine
Sweet peace resides behind tree lines

Vera