world outside my window part two

and so the trees are no more and if there were any breeze at all, they might have been hiding from me (naughty, naughty breeze), as i wallow in the sweltering humidity that the past days had to offer; as the sun smiles ever so fatally thru yonder window and a weird repugnant whiff overwhelms my sensitive orifice (nostrils, ya schmuckz) and i realized it much too late (if it was indeed the truth)