A breeze when it’s hot
Doesn’t count for a lot
Though we can’t assign blame to the trees,
For their branches that sway
Try to cool off the day
But their efforts can’t really appease.
It looks lovely outside;
Still, the time comes to hide
In the house with a blasting A/C
When the temperatures rise
And humidity tries
To sap all of the oomph out of me.
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