Sun Beating Down
Sun beating down, desert bleaching hot
Flowers are bowing their heads wilting,
While I water my backyard garden plot
Sun beating down, desert bleaching hot,
I am thinking “what God hath wrought”
The birds and butterflies are lazily lilting
Flowers are bowing their heads, wilting,
Sun beating down, desert bleaching hot.
I am thinking “what God hath wrought”
Neither hot nor cold seems gratifying
While I water my backyard garden plot,
I am thinking “what God hath wrought”
Sun beating down, desert bleaching hot
True, it seems that no way is satisfying,
I am thinking “what God hath wrought”
Neither hot nor cold seems gratifying.
Written July 3, 2022
[a modified, linked Triolet]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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