The Grove

Cordially donating respite

this entwined nesting of trees

as sunlight rushes erects a dome

aloft this oasis of variant green

not a drop of sunlight seeps in

no matter how the orb pounds down

insolently deciding

it will burn the grove to the ground

as the day lingers on,

the heat rises like the brimstone of hell

mocking the trees incessantly,

the sun hits and the heat swells

the green canopy stiffens sturdy

growing taller with every ray

stretching closer to the sun

without a word to say

silently daring the sun to shine

to fell this verde grove

turning the heat to shade

creating a cool speck below

defeated momentarily

the sun sleeps behind the hill

recovering to return tomorrow

determined to crush the trees’ will

the clash will continue

the sun knows it will not win

yet foolishly labors to batter the grove

over and over again

while the grove braces ever ready

to spar with the irascible sun

cognizant the loop continues

confident tomorrow’s battle is won.