The tree

I love the the sight of the sun
as it dances like a kaleidoscope
across my fantastic sky
it filters down and tans me brown
though I do not know why
I cannot lie
When the water pours on down
and cleans and replenishes me
I am drenched
it fills and spills
when my thirst is quenched
like a dam unclenched
the earth it tills
underneath me a man sleeps and dreams
about a tree and its leaves
I am happy
my shelter I lend to my new friend
and let him be
which is really a sad piece of irony