The World is Changing

I remember once not so long ago, when I was young playing under the sun. My mother called on me to come home for it was high noon. But to me then as I remembered was just another day not minding any hint of heat or of any sort, such was those days when a children play under the sun. When summer months are mark by calendars not by thermometers or so I remembered.  Now however things have change, a blistering heat, a sudden needed though not enough rain and droughts unprecedented such are the days now. I feel a convulsion of the earth. and the poetry of poets change to ever sudden dread. There was a time when a days weather are but a needless topic for people who had nothing to say, yet hope to start and to converse. Now however  the weather is a global topic and a pose of great concern. Alas! the time indeed has come to past as the weather the season change where disasters converge, where the old remember that was and the young dream on. Alas! it comes for what we planted is now almost near to harvest .