Beneath the golden sun’s relentless fire,
The earth does bake and sigh in summer’s grip,
The fields, they shimmer, waves of heat aspire,
To dance upon the land, a fevered trip.

The rivers slow, their waters warm and still,
As nature pauses, breathless in the heat,
The trees stand tall, yet shadows fail to chill,
Their leaves a mirror for the sun’s deceit.

The nights bring little solace, warmth persists,
The stars seem distant, coolness out of reach,
The moon’s soft glow, a gentle balm assists,
Yet cannot soothe the day’s relentless breach.

And yet, amidst the blaze, life finds a way,
The flowers bloom, their colors bold and bright,
Reminding us that even in dismay,
There lies a beauty in the summer’s light.