August breathes with a golden sigh,
As sunlight dances on the fields,
Whispering secrets to the sky,
Where every heart gently yields.

The days stretch long with tender grace,
In hues of amber, dreams unfold,
A tranquil rhythm we embrace,
In August’s warmth, stories retold.

Cicadas sing their timeless tune,
While shadows waltz beneath the trees,
The evening greets the rising moon,
A tapestry of memories.

In August’s glow, we find our way,
Through summer’s end, a sweet refrain,
In every sunset’s soft display,
A promise of return again.