Parched Earth.

On through the hours,the sun screams heat

to suck all life from thirsting earth.

For summer's measure is all too sweet.

Now nature's brush shows tips of gold

to paint upon the weary green.

Saddening trees too soon now loose,

the leaves  that should still gleam.

Quiet they fall from sun bleached bough

to lie beside the mother's feet.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Aithough only July, it's been hot for many weeks, and I have noticed many leaves have already fallen through lack of rain.                  

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