Shade
It’s so cozy Here underyour shade Arms Weeping WillowsProtecting me “Oh, that scorching hot sun!”you’d exclaimIn truth? How i adoredWhat i thought was You Those branches aboveGrowth of greenThe trunkmy only spine But the covering Was shade you threw; to shrink me downwith lies you spewed Ambivalent rootsOf what I knewI dared …