Midsummer Burning

Written by: Daniel Larson

Grass been long burnt to brown,
     ain't no moisture on the rise,
Forests have crumbled low
     right before your very eyes.
Skin is left far behind
     on concrete moved past the grey,
Nothing moves far from the shore
     in the middle of this day.
Changes upon changes
     have soon disappeared from sight,
Broken heat from high noons
     linger on beyond midnight.
Wilted crops paint the grounds
     in their final dance of death,
Cursing the summers heat
     with the last of dying breath.