Air thick with the suns glow As grass once green is scorched into brown Birds wade in dust that was once liquid blue Amongst the dead of the sea Summer’s here
Heat hits land like a hammer blow As ancient trees push roots deep into ground Thirstily looking for the trapped liquid dew As birds shade under crumbling leaves Here’s summer
In the shadow of a mountain weeping ice Red dancing fingers race across a dying meadow Roaring in delight as the life is eaten Its blackened breath rises up into a cloudless sky Summer’s here
Where is the rain to release us from this burning vice? Where is the hail, where is the snow? Where are the storm clouds, to cover this murderous sun? They are lost forever under this climate of change Here is Summer.