Unscathed,
smoldered into a mold,
such a fine plaything,
felt by the hands of many,
crackled skin-shiny touch,
playing in the mud/ gazing at the sun,
the heat grows dominant,
slowly burning to a pulp,
still they play,
tug and rough,
pulling limbs/ scratching up,
the day becomes sweltering,
inanimate and hampered with,
the toy is deserted-melted to a droop.