The sun ascends, a fiery sphere,
Casting shadows short and clear,
The world beneath its golden reign,
Bows to the heat, endures the pain.

Sweat beads on brows, a glistening mark,
As nature’s symphony grows stark,
Leaves wilt, and rivers slow their flow,
The heat commands, and all must know.

The asphalt sizzles, mirages gleam,
In this relentless summer dream,
The air, a heavy, sweltering veil,
Through which we move, so slow, so frail.

Yet in the dusk, a brief reprieve,
As twilight offers cool relief,
We breathe, and in the fading light,
Prepare to face another fight.