My time is drawing to an end.
Trees wither and i feel their pain.
Humans strip for me when I am near.
When they look down I even shine from there.
I know I, m to powerful to last forever.
I radiate heat, so I thirst for water.Creeks evaporate, rivers dry up.
I am summer.
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