Beneath the blazing sun’s relentless gaze,
Fields of gold sway in the warm embrace.
The world is a canvas, painted in hues,
Of amber and fire, igniting the muse.

Whispers of heat weave through the air,
As cicadas sing their timeless prayer.
Shadows retreat in the noonday glow,
Where dreams of coolness dare not go.

The ocean’s call, a soothing balm,
Waves crash gently with rhythmic calm.
Children’s laughter echoes in the breeze,
While ice cream melts with playful ease.

As evening falls, the sky ablaze,
With colors that dance in a fiery haze.
The summer night holds its gentle sway,
A soft reprise from the heat of day.