The soggy soil/is making me leave my tracks/on earths green carpet”
rainfall, quacks and roars/charming giraffes drink wetly/summer at the zoo”
Summer’s rich with green/Sadly,just like Man’s riches/it’s gone too quickly”
Scorched stars are sizzling/ in night’s hot, black skillet sky/…….Now I want breakfast!
love ‘the black skillet sky’; masterful and the humor of the last line 🙂
Thank you. It really did make me hungry writing it. 🙂
Lol :):)