Shade from the scorching sun, That distributes heat for fun, Helter-skelter run many a contour, Shelter in different proportion. The tall palm, Gives stripes of cool and calm, Fanned leaves that dance, To the winds rhythmic prance. The leaves that collectively weep, Gather near the trunk for a welcome sleep, The bulk of the green droop, Making the shadow dark and deep. The wide canopy of the evergreen, Even heat find it tough to be seen, Under such a dense umbrella of broad verdure, The tint of the sun's gaze is somber. A solitary man-made cross-hatch, Fills the concrete patch, Competing to provide adequate tint, Succeeding in blocking out the glint. Together man and nature, Survive and nurture each other, A shadow screen to the weary to rest, A casted cover that push achievers to test.