It begins gradually at first light of dawn
The coolness of the night is vanishing
A red sun begins its arc across the sky
We stand there witnessing the event

At the zenith a radiating golden orb
The heat and glare are oppressive
We are wrapped without forgiveness
All our thoughts now turn to escape
 
The afternoon winds begin their wrath
We take refuge behind a nearby ridge
Awaiting the coolness of the evening
Knowing the cycle will begin again