Heat Waves

Wave after wave in an endless cascade,

Starts to ease but can never quite fade.

A wave that washes over you day after day,

There’s nothing you can do and nothing to say.

You watch the reports but they tend to lie,

You even start, to stop trusting the sky.

 

It’s heat waves that keep on making you cry,

Wishing for cool is liking wishing you could fly.