15/7 Climate (1)

Early in the morning,
as dawn is approaching,
hearing those birds singing,
I don't get the meaning,

The moment I step out,
standing outside like a stout,
inhaling airs that I can't live without,
make me wanna pass out,

It is just another hazy day,
like last glorious Monday,
polluted by haze that never say,
I hope that it will go away.