Patron Trees

To the fore of my house, there are copious towering trees;

Who trip the light fantastic in the bouncing breeze. 

Whenever I pick out them at a glamorous glance;

They put together my fellow feelings for a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed dance. 

In the gaudy coterie-circle of sun-light;

The green foliole flare very bright. 

The crystal clear grandeur of newborn leaves;

A trickle of aglow with the salad days blooms that cleaves. 

Every day a chirpy twilight is heard;

Because they vouchsafe sanctuary to multifarious birds. 

They brush-up the flame of the patternless plain; 

As they succour in escorting the refreshing rain. 

These patrons don't necessitous negotiations;

To carry out all the needs of the voracious-hoggish homo-sapiens. 

Whenever I feel solitary as a salt-chuck ship; 

They blithely bestow me the undertone of confrére-companionship.