In the bleak midsummer…

This sunshine is rather lovely, it makes my freckles smile

I like to walk along the beach and paddle for a while

But my garden isn’t happy, the flowers droop and cry

The grass like hay is yellowing and oh so very dry

It’s the heat you see that’s hurtful, that causes such distress

The plants can’t get to breathe at all and so they are a mess

Too hot to fly in the sunshine, even the shade is warm

Bees and Butterflies gently wilt, what’s needed is a storm

But the rain clouds do not gather, the sky? It remains clear

So I do my best to help out and raise a little cheer

I water every morning time, I water every night

I water in the midday sun, I’ll not give up the fight

Until my plants can dance again and sway in the cool breeze

Until the grass is green again and happy are the bees 🐝

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