In the golden hues of Augustâs light,
Fields sway with gentle grace,
Whispers of summer in the air,
A warm embrace in nature’s face.
Cicadas sing their timeless song,
A symphony of sunlit days,
While shadows dance on emerald leaves,
In Augustâs soft and tender rays.
The sky, a canvas vast and grand,
Painted with clouds of cotton dreams,
A gentle breeze carries tales untold,
In waves of warmth and gleaming beams.
As dusk descends with velvet hues,
Stars awaken in the night,
August weaves its magic spell,
In every breath, a pure delight.