Heat Stroke

Stirring through the soft winds,

Silkily haunting to attack the love of weather,

The heat stroke generates the fearsome summer around,

No way may this world feel to swivel with calm stature.

Speaking through the voice of cheering ponds,

Hissing to deal across the nature,

The heat stroke seems to command these summers around,

Nobody cares to protect environment, so It wont' go better.

Rival seasons continue to turn and push,

Calm hopes continue to tare away as it approach,

How far it will go, this so called heat stroke, nobody knows,

There is still that howl accompanying the fear of future as it spear with that huge roach.

Competitive changes still move to take place across,

The world of natural perceptions start to ultimately feel,

How far it may turn, the so called heat stroke, no right idea,

Environment is threatened and so does humans, not knowing how to deal...