Under The Avenue Tree

Wow! Who planted these rows of tree and all... I haven't seen but he seems to be known. The trees, as if, all friends, praise him in rustle Day and night by the winds sweet blown. It touches my heart as I can see passers-by Resting on the shade- deep-dense and green; And other than this, if I look, find here-by A grazing field and a distant forest-margin. The cows have gone away; some are in game; And by the day-end I need to go all along! The lovely trees are calling me by name; Being a cow-boy, how can I sit for long? I have to return the cows to their shed, Before the sun becomes just setting-red. (Dated: 16-08-2017) .