Summer

This is the second in a series of four poems about the four seasons.

The heat proves to be too much

As it has in Summers Past

The plants slowly begin to die

The land becomes famished and scorched 

Sweat pours from the face of man

His only protection from the heat

A storm from the horizon comes closer day by day

The breath of God blows the trees

The breeze from his lungs grows faster

Giant twisters began to ravage the land

Ripping nature from it's roots

Rain comes with false hope

The pores of the Earth overfill 

But suddenly it starts to calm

The storms grow farther away as the temperature falls

This grace comes with a price though

Nature will be saved for now

But some of it must begin to die

For Fall is on it's way

But only to prepare nature for a worse fate

The fate of the ravaging Winter

A fate even more ruthless than the Summer Past

Author's Note

Make sure to check out my next two poems in this series! Fall and Winter.