Sitting here under a tree
I am yet to make a decree
Whether to move or stay
My mind is on the sway
The heat is out on display
It means I must not stray
Since I am feeling so free
Under my beautiful tree
It’s shading me from sun
The heat today is no fun
No sign of cooling down
Grass around, is turning brown
The need for rain seems in vain
Dryness leaving all its stain
There is going to be
A shortage of grain
For the year ahead
That’s the thing to dread
The sun is extremely hot
Under a shady tree is my lot
Maybe more than others got
Sitting here under a tree


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