Summer ~ Hot Air.

Hot are the cock and the bull that mutters on the land
Hotter the chillies that grow on black soil,
And hot air balloon that fly in all weather
Taking the moods high up in the sky.
For the starry nights to glow and prepare,
The dance of the peacock and the deer,
And the lizards are ready to breed and so the birds,
The hot air nor deters the Pigeons.
Only humans are the exception to these conditions
And such is the life of the humans.