In the soft glow of August’s gentle light,Where summer’s warmth begins to wane,The golden fields sway in peaceful delight,Embracing the whispers of autumn’s refrain.

Beneath the azure sky so vast and wide,The cicadas sing their fading song,A lullaby to the season’s slow tide,As days grow shorter, yet linger long.

The sunflowers stand tall, reaching high,Guardians of this transitional grace,While the cool winds of evening softly sigh,Bringing kisses of fall to each sunlit place.

August holds the promise of change near,In every sunset’s amber glow,A gentle reminder that time shifts here,As the world prepares to don its autumn show.