The heat is intense

 

Land scorched

Dust, such is the soil

The air at peace but for the buzzing,

Wafts fragrants aloft.

 

Seas of azur entice

Whilst in the shade we recline,

Slopes tiered by stone

We admire.

 

The trees so old

Twisted with time,

Some bent by the wind

Protect us.

 

Sun baked hills

Aglow yet not barren

As the fruit produced shows

Such a place to listen.