The sun is harsh,
The ground is dry,
Air is thick,
And hot,
Very hot,
Trees stand still,
The scene is still,
Still like a picture.
We can think of water,
But thinking won’t do,
Keeps getting hotter,
Hotter, hotter, hotter
We long for a breeze,
That sweeps through our hair,
We seek the help of trees,
As the sun keeps up the glaze.
But there is no place to hide,
Hide from the light,
That roasts the place,
The place we live in.
We want to escape,
Escape this summer,
We want to escape,
Escape from the Sun…
Sounds uncomfortable yet the photo shows beauty.
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Well… More sun… Better lighting 😁
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I love how you wrote this. I can almost feel the heat and the dryness.
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Thanks! 🙂 I just worded the easy suffering that we’re going through! Godddd!! the heat…..
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Ur words were humid yet Beautifully articulated 💯
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Humid!! haha!! definitely humid
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