Sirius' eye rises overhead
On the shoulder of the sun.
Rides the crest of every day,
And towers above its realm.

Clouds vaporize to blue sky;
The golden light lays heavy
On trees with gilded leaves
Poised humbly in its aura.

Farmers' crops lay withered,
Stunted from its panting heat.
Rivers crack and split like
Eggshells in its wake.

August brings the rains
And Sirius leaves its master
To frisk and gambol about and
Frolic through the night.