Sun-Drunk Cicada Song

The golden haze of summer, thick and slow, Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea, And fireflies ignite a gentle glow. The air, a velvet cloak, starts to flow free, Through sun warmed fields, a gentle choir, Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea, A drowsy heat, where colors grow like fire, Like painted dreams, upon a canvas clear, Through sun warmed fields, a gentle choir. Cicada's drone, a rhythmic call to hear, A pulsing beat for all the world to watch, Like painted dreams upon a canvas clear. The days stretch out where whispered breezes march, A sweet surrender, sereneness so wild, A pulsing beat for all the world to watch. The evening falls, an amber throw so mild, A sweet surrender, sereneness so wild, The golden haze of summer, thick and slow, And fireflies ignite, a gentle glow. ©bfa030125