The rolling wave of heat moved on,
Within the peak of the summer's gale.
The flora bent in fatigue,
And the fauna crawled to reach shadows.

It continued to roll,
Til a savior had come to pass.
Her blessing beaded down on them,
Like tiny pixie wings in rhythm.
As they dance about in a fury,
Her smile shone down upon this in merry.

For they raised their blade to catch her reward,
Or gave out a harmonious howl for her grace.
For she had turn the gloom
Into a state of bliss.
by BardicWren •