Under the golden rays of August’s sun,
The world seems to slow, basking in its glow.
Fields of amber sway with the breeze,
Whispering secrets of days long gone.

Shadows grow long as evenings stretch,
Painting the sky with hues of fire.
The warmth lingers, embracing the night,
As crickets sing their ancient choir.

August nights, with stars so bright,
Hold promises of dreams untold.
The air is thick with summer’s scent,
A story of love, so tender and bold.

As August fades to September’s call,
The memories linger, sweet and dear.
A season of warmth, a time of peace,
Held close to heart, through every year.