As if by stealth heat creeps upon the South Indian land
And the trees respond in kind.
Shedding leaves as the temperatures rise
Until the hot of the day
Rolls unceasing into the heat of the night.
As this once verdant green
Covers the earth in yellows and browns,
And withering life turns into pale beauty,
My eyes witness a surrendering
To the forces of nature, a letting go –
Into the simple caress,
The loving embrace of the Unknown.