Beneath the blazing sun, the earth does sigh,
A golden orb so high, it rules the sky.
The world stands still in heat’s relentless grip,
As waves of warmth from every surface slip.

The trees, their leaves hang limp in silent plea,
For breezes cool to set their spirits free.
The flowers wilt, their colors drained and pale,
In heat’s embrace, they wither, frail and frail.

Yet in this swelter, shadows softly play,
Where weary souls find refuge from the day.
The air is thick, yet filled with summer’s song,
A symphony of warmth that lingers long.

As day gives way to night, the heat subsides,
The stars emerge, and in their light, we bide.
Though scorched by sun, we cherish every ray,
For in its warmth, the heart of summer lays.