Sunshine

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An ode about the heat and fires around the world this year.

 

Sun shines high in the sky,

leaves turn  so crisp and dry,

Green turns to Brown,

Frazzled flowers wilt.

 

Sun shines up in the sky,

Birds will still try to fly,

Some fall right down

We feel no guilt.

 

Sun flies high in the sky,

Land parched and very dry,

Fires burn a town,

ashes on all that’s built.

 

Sun heats the air and sky,

Animals start to die,

No grass has grown,

No waters lilt.

 

Sunburnt we watch the sky,

Eyes have no tears to cry,

Desert puts on her crown,

No drop of rain is spilled.

 

 

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