My hair is stuck to my neck,
like peanut butter to bread.
So humid and moist are the days,
and weeks and days of summer.
The blazing sun shines down,
and scorches my already red skin.
Where did I put my sunscreen,
and why didn't I wear a hat?
I need water, my throat is dry,
I feel like a withered plant.
Without water, I will perish,
and I refuse to die right now.
Seeking shade under the trees,
I find a waning brown squirrel.
It's dehydrated and needs water,
so I give it my last drops.
No water whatsoever now,
I seek a river or a pond.
Wandering through the forest,
I finally find my oasis.
Is it an illusion, a dream?
Am I hallucinating right now?
My eyes do not deceive me,
at last I find my saviour.
I drink from it like an animal,
savouring the tastless liquid.
The sun still scorches down,
but I am safe, for now.
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