Walking with the burning sun.
Feeling, a breeze kissing me lightly,
in the heat.
Sweating,I can feel sun on my back.
Resting, when I’m shaded from its rays-
tis so sweet.
Curious, locals watch – white baking pink.
Smiles beam brightly, enjoying the breeze-
Questions rise – “What’s it like when its cold?”
Shivering slightly, they grimace feeling fear
of icy cold!
Strolling, enjoying peace as cool descends-
hearing parrot’s raucous noisy flight –
Moonlight bathing volcano’s massive slope.
Night displays sky’s starry glorious light.
Day’s gift lived!
Author – Bill Tidsbury