The Pain Of Extremes Poem by James Tipp

Summer declared her intent this morning
The sky filled with an explosive ball of light
Orange dowsed hills reeled under her coming
The sky pulled back at the promise of heat
The earth parched and dry sighed, withered
The human observer gasped at the power
Five thirty and already my world is sticky
Already I am drained of energy, sucked dry
Like all extremes few enjoy them, most suffer
Another picture from nature describing our world