Summers

It was scorching, humid and suffocating, It was the day, More I moved the more I sweated, The machine turned warm and heated in no time, Loosing sweat water was as much as taking it in cold, Eating food became necessary only for survival, Whatever lay in stomach fermented, And fermented real fast in heat, Raising gases all over body cavity, Which was already roasted from outside, I threw out all clothes that were not required, And put on all aids that could cool the environ down, I was tense and fought with jagged spirit, All work suffered from heat, And could not be done as was to be, It was summer and always so, Nature was hostile and man tried to adapt, Earth was revolving the way it did, And possibly I could not help, The rhapsodic melody of summer is sharp, To come to terms you have to sing along with your own harp.