The Sun & the Shade

I sit beneath an olive tree
And ask if she will shelter me
As Mr Sun displays a rage
That tries to force my skin to age

She gives consent so there I rest
Her shadow wrapped around my chest
With fragile skin against her bark
My insignificance is stark

I strip my feet of heavy boots
And twist my toes around her roots
Which causes time to briefly freeze
Persuading every pore to ease

The sun looks down, an angry blush
Aware that I am in no rush
Reluctantly he moves away
And goes in search of other prey