The Sweaty heat,
we deal with,
every year,
it is hot
But is this year,
hotter than last year,
are we going to suffer,
every summer we feel a heatwave,
coming towards us?
Give me some water,
bring me to the shade,
get me away from the sun,
so I won't burn,
this summer
people swarming beaches,
to stay cool,
air conditioners turned on,
last year was unbearable,
but this year,
it felt,
like an oven,
was turned on
stay hydrated,
so you don't die,
of thirst,
or dehydrate,
in the sun
We would pray for this heat,
to come again,
when winter,
is upon us,
and we freeze,
and pray,
for warmth
Summer is not gone,
but it feels,
as if,
it is leaving us too soon,
the warm nights,
the high heat,
the swimming pools and beaches
Why does it feel,
the hottest days,
are the last days,
of summer,
when we are in school
the heat dies,
and the warmth comes in,
summer ends,
when a leaf,
falls on the ground
The heat will always be there,
as summer,
starts to fade,
in our memories,
as we wait,
for next year
we try to stay warm,
before we stay cool,
we also think,
of how this summer,
was one of the hottest,
we've ever had
The sun will soon set,
the heat will be gone,
would we be happy,
when the chill,
sets in,
memories stay,
no matter what season,
as we know,
this summer was a hot one
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