To protect the soft
feathers of his queen
From the growing glow
of the summer sun,
Day stretches his travel duration,
Wakes early and takes late cessation.
Water bodies, his trusted cooling agents
Desert him to his discontentment,
Evaporate to entangle with their secret lover air
In their clandestine summer affairs.
Enraged by the scarcity of water,
Scorched by the fast rising temperature,
Trees turn pale to reflect their grief,
On their morbid faces of red-yellow leaves.
Air, the custodian of human breath,
Hides water vapors it
swallows from the earth,
Flows dry and hot to make life wearisome
Affected by the steaming in sunbeams.
For its day-long torturous and mischievous acts,
The nature sinks in guilty-feeling after the sunset,
Remorsefully stretches on earth a moonlight cover,
Also sends the cool breeze from her ocean core.
Haves and have-nots settle for the night,
In aerated building or naturally cooled hut,
All rest in the invocation of peaceful slumber,
As God disposes His duties
in His unique demeanor.
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