Heatwave

In the burning hug of summer's searing kiss,

Where the sun's brilliant beams dance and curve,

There lies a heatwave, a determined power,

That moves throughout the land with resolute course.

The air sparkles with a faltering intensity,

As the earth beneath prepares under exhausted feet.

Fields of green go to fields of gold,

As nature's material is painted strong.

However, in the midst of the intensity, there's a calm beauty,

In the perspiration upon foreheads, upon each face.

For in this preliminary of fire, we track down our solidarity,

As we persevere, paying little mind to length.

In the shade of a tree, or by a cool stream,

We look for comfort from the determined bar.

However even there, the intensity's touch waits,

A sign of nature's strong fingers.

So let us revel in summer's red hot gleam,

Embracing the intensity, any place we go.

For in its glow, there's a delight uncommon,

An update that life is our own to share.