Amidst the golden fields where daisies sway,
July unfolds her grand and gentle grace,
The sun in splendor reigns throughout the day,
While shadows cool beneath the oak’s embrace.

The azure sky, a canvas vast and bright,
Hosts clouds that drift like whispers soft and slow,
Beneath this vault, the world bathes in the light,
As rivers gleam with stories they bestow.

The evening’s breath bears scents of earth and pine,
As stars ignite the velvet of the night,
In July’s arms, the world seems so divine,
Where every moment feels just purely right.

Dreams are woven in her warm, tender hold,
With laughter shared beneath the moonlit sky,
In July’s heart, tales of love unfold,
A time of peace as seasons gently fly.