summer's adversity strikes,
the sun open it mouth
and vent heat that prevents embraces
and change the sound of my child's cry
from edge to end
i remain undaunted
never did I wince or drop a tear
even with seeming reason to cry
spring time arrives
the sky adorns with colours,
flowers bloom, smiles cluster
and doors open, of delightful laughter.
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