There it is the summer that goes
The extreme heat in the earth
That everywhere the greenery nearly lost
Water, the drinking water scarcity
Every living species cries for water
Water, when it will be the rain
The great hope that we depends on clouds
The clouds that comes with rain
Fills the wells and ponds, streams
Refills, the recharges, that goes
Timely rains are now defunct long back
Climate changes a big problem for earth
The loss of greenery, loss of agriculture
All makes humans suffer, what we can.
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