And the sweltering has started.
The streaming steaming rays,
The scorching blaze of afternoon.
Shadows creeping longer
Since the morning has departed,
And nowhere do you hear
The creaking squeaking joyous tune
Of crickets singing sweetly
To their lovers in the night.
Replaced by deafening silence;
Fed by scorching rays of light.
And humankind is hiding
Behind walls or under shade,
Except for those who worship sol.
They lie about the glade,
The beach, or mountainside.
They reach to touch his soul;
Their face upturned to the skies;
Their bodies bronzed and gold.
While others of us seek the shelter
Of a cooling shade
To reflect on quiet, simple times,
And sip our lemonade.
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