D Dawson

The sun hangs high in a cobalt sky, Whispering warmth as breezes sigh. Golden rays dance on emerald leaves, A symphony of light that never grieves. Grass beneath my toes, a velvet sheen, Blades of green in a timeless scene. The air is sweet with blooming flowers, A perfume of June’s tender hours. Days stretch long in a lazy haze, Sun-kissed dreams in a brilliant blaze. Time slows down, a gentle glide, In summer’s embrace, we gently bide.