Acrostic 32. Heat… Heat… Heat.

Here is the sun again! Even grass looks very feint Adding sadness to the wood, Till I am in no mood. How can we live in this? Evenings come. So does some breeze. And we feel more heat inside. Temperate climates we abide! How terrible it is! Every person says like this And forgets frost makes us think, “Too much cold is a bad thing!”