The haze is exceptionally bad today;
The sky is a uniform sea of grey.
Nothing in sight save a still volleyball of chrome yellow;
At 9.30 a.m. is it the moon or the sun so mellow?
Heavy hangs the still, ashen air;
Still leaves on trees stoically bear.
Now the haze has got worse – the PSI is more than 300!
School is cancelled; outdoors is unsafe – life’s disrupted.
But happy the schoolkids – their ignorance is bliss.
Guilt-free forest fire perpetrators continue to get away;
Across the sea, haze victims a change in wind direction pray.
