Beneath the sun’s relentless glare,
The world awakens, fierce and bright,
Shadows retreat, the sky lays bare,
A tapestry of searing light.

The air is thick, a heavy cloak,
Where whispers of the breeze are rare,
The earth itself begins to smoke,
In summer’s fervent, scorching care.

Each blade of grass, each petal’s hue,
Seems touched by fire, alive, aglow,
The fields, the meadows, all renew,
In warmth that only summer knows.

And though the heat may press and weigh,
There’s beauty in the blazing sun,
For in its golden, bright array,
The splendor of the season’s spun.