it is summer all year round.
like the sand beside the sea,
life is pressed against dry, grainy ground
the mirage makes me wonder
what is real and what is fake,
the thirst makes me surrender
the hot air makes me shake
the hummidity is like the cloth for winter
ready to strangle and suffocate
the leaves, the birds never stir
oh, please can't you see the world can't wait!
for the glorious rain to kiss their being
and the water to drown their pain
and green in trees and blue in lakes to be seen
for the spirit to be set free from the bonds
of the wailing, groaning summer songs.