I feel the heat bearing down
My feet burning on the hot ground
I feel no breeze upon my face
Just my skin under the sun’s rays
I can’t complain I’d rather this
Than the rain, wind or hail
We all long for summer when it’s cold
But when it’s warm we complain all the time
The sweat is running down my back
The shade is something that we lack
But I still prefer these summer days
Watch bees, butterflies and nature enjoying play
I can’t get enough of this
This summer time heat to me is bliss
So you won’t hear me complain.
fauxcroft 
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