Routine

As the sun wreaked havoc,

The warm breeze smiled;

In the conversation they had yesterday,

Sun told her

That the heat was about to rise.

So the dances,

That welcomed the arrival of bloom,

Faded with the sweat.

Everyone started noticing,

The lively green leaves had.

The birds didn't go unnoticed,

As they flew for miles.

Everyone blamed the sun,

The same one, in winter;

That was a sight for sore eyes.

How rapidly changed the

Gratitude to despise,

What yesterday was invited

With open arms;

Was today

Asked for its demise.