Under the golden sun of July’s embrace,
Fields of green sway with a gentle grace.
Whispers of secrets in the warm breeze,
Stories untold among the ancient trees.
The nights are painted in twilight’s hues,
Stars like diamonds in the midnight blues.
Fireflies dance in the soft moonlight,
A ballet of sparkles through the night.
Childrenâs laughter echoes on the wind,
Memories of summer days, never dimmed.
The scent of blossoms fills the air,
A season’s beauty beyond compare.
July, you hold a magic rare,
In every moment, here and there.
Your whispered secrets, your tender touch,
In my heart, you mean so much.