Uneventful Summer Poem by Franz Of Lion

Chasing greater days left a burning trail;
A parched plant eager to taste the cold rain,
Laze on an anchored ship that will soon sail,
And witness the brief twilights that remain.
Days when It drifts like the natant lily,
Enclosed in waters of polyphonic,
The flare pierces the leaves aggressively;
A sight enjoyed by something demonic.
The ensuing heat would not burn the flesh,
Only the frail minds of the unprepared.
Hidden in their safe haven made of mesh,
The inferno lurks and no one is spared.
Relish the gaze upon the setting sun
Rekindle the spirit before it's gone.