Beneath the August skies so blue,
Where golden rays of sun break through,
The whispering winds softly play,
In the gentle dance of a summer’s day.

The fields of green, the flowers bloom,
In August’s warm and tender loom,
The world feels right, the moments pure,
A fleeting dream we all adore.

The fireflies at twilight’s call,
Illuminate the evening’s fall,
Their glow, a silent serenade,
To the wonders August has made.

As stars align in velvet night,
August whispers a sweet delight,
A month of magic, calm and bright,
In its embrace, we find our light.