The Sun Is Not Done With Me Yet

The trees waving erotically in the breeze invite me over for a sit The river too pouring a crystal clear welcome to a quenching sip But the flow of time constraints my indulgence and rushes my feet Past the cool wall of shade and icy refreshing deep The sun is not done with me yet As I wipe the sweat beats off my bowing forehead My lonely thinned shadow cast in its radiant net Forever caught in its heat and light of days ahead... As the day surrenders with a grey hat and starts pouring down pints I sing in the rain for the momentary relief of wet lather As my hot feet dance, animate the splashes of muddy footprints And reluctantly seek shelter from the rumbling thunder...