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While the summer sun scorches like a blazing furnace, the crowns of the trees bend to the earth.
Are they bowing in fear of the rising heat?
The sweet, melodic birds have vanished one by one, leaving behind only the monotonous grunts and wheezing of the pigeons, yet the speeding wings of the tiny sparrows never tire, leaping endlessly as they soar low and high .
