Summersong Soliloquy

In verdant fields under a cerulean dome,
Beneath the sun’s tender, amber embrace,
There sings a heart far from its celestial home,
The essence of summer etched upon its face.

Rivers of warmth flow in mellifluous streams,
Whispers of wind through the sighing trees,
A soliloquy of hopes, of ephemeral dreams,
Carried aloft on the fleeting breeze.

Each ray of light, a verse of unwritten lore,
Each bloom a stanza in nature’s tome,
Together weaving a tapestry of more,
A symphony of life, in summer’s grand oeuvre.

So here I stand, a soul amid the vast,
Singing the summersong that ever lasts,
In the heart of the season, time transcends,
Till the song fades into autumn's waiting hands.