nature drumbeats

On the hot weather

The day rains of hot light

It makes the heat circulating hot

In the house; in the open

Even the wind

The brushing of hot paint

It just never stops to say

“I am sorry....”

When the sun goes to sleep

Leaving the light to the moon

And to the night sky of stars

The cool wind and the falling rain

What humans do?

There is no help for Nature

We do the things

It makes our environment poor

Now Nature swings

Letting us know what we have done

The ways of our lives

We have to change