Blue Sky

The shrill buzz of the cicada breaks through the stagnant air of summer. The sun's heat pelted down onto the serrated leaves, creating a small canopy of shade and offers little relief of the sweltering heat and the stuffy air. Wisps of clouds disperse throughout the cerulean sky. Above, pairs of birds flutter, circling the landscape.

The brittle grass shows patches of yellow, the tips becoming arid as the season progresses. The pale dusty dirt crumbles when disturbed and the much wanted occasional wind would stir up a dust cloud. The leaves of trees and other flora were riddled with holes, victims of the appetites of ants, snails and other insects. Some flowers are in full bloom, unraveling their vibrant colours, and others, their glory days long past, drop their sweet scented petals onto the the dirt ground.

Bees and wasps buzz around, visiting flower and plant, carrying their powdery cargo. Dragonflies and damselflies zip across ponds and lakes. Butterflies flutter across the scenery, visiting flowers and giving the landscape a splash of color. Ladybugs and other beetles scurry around the bottom the plant stalks as ants leave their colonies in search of food. Snails stick to the underside of leaves, to prevent themselves from drying out.

Birds chirp in the distance, fluffing out their feathers and taking towards the clouds. Their calls ring around, asking and replying to each other from tree to tree. They perch on the branches, their wings comfortably tucked behind them, their coloured feathers peak out from the foliage. Squirrels dart out from the trees, onto the open field below, searching for nuts, they quickly dash around.

Shielding the eyes form the blistering sun one lays on the ground under the endless sky. Sweat beads collect on foreheads, slowly dripping down the face and automatically wiped off. In sticky clothes people lounge around, unwilling to budge under the glare of the sun searching in vain for a cooler spot, hoping for a god-sent cloud to block the sun or a gently breeze to take away the heat.

Under the watchful eye of the blue sky, life is in full bloom.