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Summer days, the curse of nature
The rays beaming down, through the trees
The sun makes them believe in what seems false
Clear psychological disease
I wish it rained
I wish for the storm to come
To wash all these ants away
To perhaps shatter the sun
The first light attracts hungry minds
Sending its signal into their brains
Make them run around with little purpose
And jubilation to feign
Clear skies may be nice but not if
Its silence is torn by the countless cries
Of those under the sun's vicious control
Whilst trying to hold on to dear life
Torrential downpour, seems overdue
To put an end to this misery
Some may grow so dependent
On heat-induced insanity
Our elders suffer every day, and all life
These spells can't go on forever
If the skies can one day swallow it whole
And let it down in return
It will be a grand summer, to remember
~~~
A response to the current weather conditions here in the UK... and about my disgust for the summer itself.
Note that I wrote this about last year.
The rays beaming down, through the trees
The sun makes them believe in what seems false
Clear psychological disease
I wish it rained
I wish for the storm to come
To wash all these ants away
To perhaps shatter the sun
The first light attracts hungry minds
Sending its signal into their brains
Make them run around with little purpose
And jubilation to feign
Clear skies may be nice but not if
Its silence is torn by the countless cries
Of those under the sun's vicious control
Whilst trying to hold on to dear life
Torrential downpour, seems overdue
To put an end to this misery
Some may grow so dependent
On heat-induced insanity
Our elders suffer every day, and all life
These spells can't go on forever
If the skies can one day swallow it whole
And let it down in return
It will be a grand summer, to remember
~~~
A response to the current weather conditions here in the UK... and about my disgust for the summer itself.
Note that I wrote this about last year.
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