August
A beautiful time of colours
And passion
When you go for a walk outside
You can hear the saffron and yellow leaves
On the earthen floor
Crunching under your feet
You can feel the cool, chilly breeze
Gently passing by
You can smell the elegant fragrances of
The autumn flowers looming with happy delight
The sky turns pink and orange as the
Flaming sun sets to hide behind the tall,
Icy mountains
As night time falls, the tender clouds
Move in, blocking the sight of the dazzling
Moon and stars
The soft scent of the breeze blows through
Your face and hair
The mesmerising branches of the trees
Looked freezing without its covering
Of delicate leaves
Other than the glamorous scenes of
Mother Nature
Events are a sort of tradition this season
Autumn settling in
Birthdays
And many other such festive days,
The start of rain, end of blazing sun
Many other events come on
I say to you, what August means to me
While hay fever travels around
August is a whole new month for me
What would you say o dear friend
About this incredible month?
