In August’s gentle whispering breeze,Where golden fields sway with ease,The sun casts shadows long and deep,As nature stirs from its summer sleep.The skies painted in hues of fire,Reflect the heart’s deepest desire,As cicadas sing their timeless song,Days stretch out, warm and long.In quiet moments, dreams take flight,Amidst the glow of fading light,Memories woven with golden thread,In August’s arms, gently spread.As twilight whispers its soft goodbye,The stars emerge in the velvet sky,August holds its timeless grace,A fleeting dance, a warm embrace.