In the heart of summer’s end, August sighs,
With golden hues beneath the azure skies.
Leaves begin their whispered farewells,
As nature’s tale of change gently tells.

The days grow shorter, yet the warmth remains,
Sunsets painting landscapes with fiery stains.
Cicadas sing their final, sweet refrain,
While twilight dances on the ripened grain.

Fields of sunflowers bow to the breeze,
As crickets play their symphony with ease.
August holds a promise of what’s to come,
A bridge between the summer’s peak and autumn’s hum.

In every moment, a fleeting grace,
August leaves its mark on time and space.
A month of endings and beginnings anew,
A gentle whisper of seasons passing through.