the dry weather

The dry weather and wind

The long haul of heat of the sun

Nature sending messages

It isn't over by a long haul

The peat fires

The smoke in the air

The fire brigade will be busy

Ringing telephones

Just imagine the scenes

The small fires burning

The smoke get into our eyes

We breathe in difficulty

Do we learn all those years?

I guess we haven't done so

The massive clearing of land

In the engine of developments

The reclaimation of sea land

Tilting the eco-system

The floods will come

How stupid are we?

Floods have gone for now

Now we must see the fires

Blooming up in the sky

Of haze and heat of the sun