On a hot summer day , the sun beat down its sharp rays with a deep frown,
The blue of the sky all the more radiant in its resplendent shine.
The birds did not fly high but sang requiems perched on a shaded canopy of green.
Their song did not echo for the zest there was none.
The willow withered and the pansy dithered.
The lush grass turned pale yellow jaundiced and lifeless.
The earth is raging hot letting out its vent on those still intent on tampering with it’s lot.
There is no respite from the angry heat we despite.
The kitten looks forlorn as it hides under the car to bask in the cool.
The dog drools as it watches the kitten being cool.
And you and me, the denizens here, sweat and swear.
The heat has taken the toll for I have given up my stroll.
I guzzle down litres of aqua pure only to quench it all the more.
My mind swims with nostalgia of times of times yore,
When the summer was a time of chirping birds and frisky cats and dogs.
We would run amok in the shady wild challenging the sun to subdue us with it’s might.
Sunny days were glorious sunsets with the wisps of gentle breeze.
The pansy danced and the willow bloomed.
And the earth did not seem aridly doomed.
The big trees gave us cool with their leafy bloom.
We picked on their luscious fruit.
The cuckoo sang it’s melancholic sang afar,
And the twitter of others made the symphony to last .
The afternoon siesta in the long days made the sweaty slumber a craze.
Revelling on windy terrace in the cool night under the canopy of stars, many yarns were woven of lands near and far.
They were days of pure fun when nothing could impede the joy of being out on a run.
And now I sit huddled in a corner fuming and fretting galore.
I can’t bear the angry sun as it pelts fiery rays that singe you red and that is no fun.
I hate the sweaty beads that cling to my forehead dime a dozen.
The fan seems redundant and the coolers no use.
There is no end to misery for the heat is all the more.
Oh for the days of yore!
I sigh and swear morose!
What have we done to our mother earth to earn so much wrath?
Why can’t we turn the clock to bring back those glorious summer days that we all loved.