Under the sun’s warm, golden gaze,
Fields dance in the gentle, swaying haze.
Children laugh where the wildflowers grow,
As rivers of warmth in endless flow.
The sky, a canvas of brilliant blue,
Holds dreams that the season gently drew.
Birds weave songs through the summer air,
Crafting melodies beyond compare.
Evenings bathed in a crimson glow,
As time drifts in a languid, sweet flow.
Stars emerge, a sparkling nightâs delight,
Whispering tales to the silent night.
In the heart of this sunlit embrace,
Every moment finds its gentle place.
Summer’s touch, a fleeting, tender grace,
Leaves traces of joy no time can erase.