July, the sun-kissed summer's peak,
When warmth embraces us, gentle and meek.
The days stretch long, the nights stay bright,
Filled with laughter, joy, and pure delight.
The world abloom in vibrant hues,
Flowers dancing, petals to peruse.
Verdant landscapes, a lush green sea,
Inviting us to wander, to be free.
The air is thick with the scent of pine,
Mingling with the fragrance of watermelon divine.
Barefoot strolls along the sandy shore,
As waves caress the land, like never before.
July, a month of freedom and play,
When worries melt like ice on a summer day.
Fireflies flicker, lighting up the night,
A magical display, a true delight.
Picnics and barbecues, a festive treat,
Gatherings of loved ones, memories to keep.
Fireworks bursting, painting the sky,
A symphony of color, a sight to behold, oh my!
July, a time to savor life's simple joys,
To bask in the sun, free from life's annoys.
A month of happiness, laughter, and cheer,
Reminding us to cherish each moment, and hold them dear.
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from hicham nour and writers in Poets and other communities.
Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson4 days ago in Pride
Comments (2)
Liked it very much.
BEAUTIFUL! Tribute to July and its wonders and reminding us to see that and enjoy it.