27 July 2012
The heating sun, A fiery dragon. Gobbling up the earth.
It never rests, Just beats the best. And drags us down to our knees.
It follows me, It tortures me. And never gets enough.
Just give me some rest, And kill out the rest. I beg on my hands and knees.
I will give all the gold, Silver in bold. A crown and a crowd if you wish.
But you will never get the hat that protects me from you all day.
The Sun • Opuss № I