How soon we forget

The sun too hot with melting rays 

Gives warmth in winter's cold

Memories lost under summer's days 

Sweat washes away thoughts of old

Burnt skin blistered under desert sky 

Pain prevents thoughts of yesterday

Mirages under the sky of July 

A season's advantages thrown away

Come the night and its frigid cold

Lost remembrances now return

Past sun burning bright, heat undersold

Under a cold blanketing heaven one prefers to burn