I've been scolded by a blistering sun
My whole skin begins to burn
I'm feeling dehydrated now
My stomach starts to churn
There's an unbearable heat outside
My face is a fiery red
Droplets of sweat fall down my spine
There's an echo inside my head
The flowers in my vase have wilted
Children don't want to play outside
Air-conditioners and fans are blaring
From the heat, inside we hide
The air is as hot as a sauna
A place where heat collides
The soil under my toes is warm
That's right, its summer time!
Written by Jeska Brewster on 20.12.2010 (c)
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