Scheduled summer

It was dry
In the summer sky
The clouds were nowhere
My sight move as far
The plants were dead
And flowers fade
Every one was scare
Out of roof they can't dare
Land was hot
Alike a boiling pot
The distance was short
But still worried me a lot
For the work that was left
In my afternoon shift
At last I took a step
As I have my promise to keep
By evening I got rid
As I earned enough to feed
After the dinner I eat
At bed my eyes never flip
The went calm
I wake up with the charm
When the rooster call
Out of my bed my foot fall
I got fresh and breakfast I swallow
As I have a schedule to follow.