Summer heat beating down
scorching young leaves
turning green grass brown
Flowers turn their face to the rays
only to droop and gradually fade
just past the hot midday
Birds take to the safety of trees
their little wings held out
trying to cool in the warm breeze
Crickets chirp and frogs sing
even before the dusk rolls in
hoping a cool night they’ll bring
Cats and dogs alike seek shade
waiting for owners return
from school and work for the day
I stand beneath the old Palm Tree
breathlessly waiting for you
to return from a turbulent sea
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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