Canicular Days
The sky is blue
The clouds are white as cotton
The sun's scorching heat at at 13:27 p.m.
The sweat on my skin
I can feel the wind.
I can hear the birds singing
the sweet scent of flowers
dancing in the air
the trees and plants are green
The cicadas are buzzing
like they are thankful for the summer season;
it is good to be alive.
© MapofEmi
The clouds are white as cotton
The sun's scorching heat at at 13:27 p.m.
The sweat on my skin
I can feel the wind.
I can hear the birds singing
the sweet scent of flowers
dancing in the air
the trees and plants are green
The cicadas are buzzing
like they are thankful for the summer season;
it is good to be alive.
© MapofEmi