In August's grasp, the sun's embrace,
A fiery glow in endless space.
The air is thick, the shadows lean,
In summer's golden, hazy sheen.
The earth, it trembles, scorched and dry,
Beneath the deep cerulean sky.
Leaves whisper tales of heat and light,
Of days that blend from dawn to night.
The rivers slow, their currents weak,
As nature finds its lazy streak.
In August's heat, the world unwinds,
A sultry dance, the season binds.
Yet in the warmth, a silent cheer,
A promise of the fall draws near.
For in the heart of summer's blaze,
Lie hints of cooler, softer days.
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