The golden sun ascends the sky,
Spreading warmth across the land,
In fields where wildflowers lie,
Nature’s art, so perfectly planned.

The rustling leaves in gentle dance,
Whisper secrets of the day,
In every glance, a fleeting chance,
To capture summer’s bright array.

The azure sky holds dreams aloft,
Where clouds like whispers softly glide,
In moments tender, sweet, and soft,
We find the peace the sun provides.

As dusk approaches, painting hues,
The world in colors softly fades,
Yet in the heart, the warmth accrues,
Forever in summer’s serenade.