In the heart of August’s embrace,
Fields of gold sway with grace,
Sunlight dances on the leaves,
As nature’s symphony weaves.
Cicadas sing their summer song,
While the days stretch warm and long,
The air is filled with fragrant dreams,
Flowing like gentle, endless streams.
August paints the sky with hues,
Of orange, pinks, and vibrant blues,
A canvas vast and wide above,
Reflecting whispers of love.
As twilight falls, the stars appear,
August nights hold memories dear,
In the quiet, the world finds peace,
A moment where time seems to cease.