The Shades Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In summer days, trees are my friends
they fondly call me to be friendly
They knew my friendship, concern, their well being
The time I try to spend in their shades
In silence they accepts my friendship
A tree's shades are so pretty good
When summer is not at all a concern to us
Come and take rest and make yourself happy
The silent calls through wind its expression
The silence is lovely consent of the tree
See I have lot branches to make the shades
See I am ready to serve you my own friend
If time allows pour some water to quench my thirst