Soaring Summer

Dry meandering beds of the river 

Sends our body in a shiver, 

As it comes to a still 

On the dry barren hill. 

The autumn leaves have fallen 

Upon the beautiful maiden,

Who walks in a hurry 

Cause the sun is a worry,

He shines with might 

To attack her beautiful sight. 

Day by day it gets hotter;

The birds sing no longer, 

Their voice dry and parched 

On the empty branches perched. 

The cattle gaze to the moors.

All children stay indoors. 

The mighty sun doth burn

Every bit of dry grass and fern,

Cause man has cut the trees

That let the heat decrease. 

So let all of us do our best,

From north and south, east and west, 

To fi and cool ou baren land

With all the flora at hand.