Whispers of Heat

In the heart of summer’s blaze, Where the sun sets skies ablaze, There lie the whispers soft and sweet, Of gentle warmth, the whispers of heat. The morning breaks with golden rays, In fields where dew on petals stays. A tender touch, a warming breath, The whispers of heat, a soft caress. As noon ascends in brilliant light, The world basks in the fire bright. With every beam, a silent plea, The whispers of heat speak tenderly. Through every leaf and every stone, The warmth of summer’s heart is known. In rustling trees and waving grass, The whispers of heat in whispers pass. By the shore where waters gleam, In sunlight’s kiss, a midday dream. The sand beneath, a soft embrace, The whispers of heat in every place. In gardens where the flowers bloom, And fragrance fills the afternoon, The air is thick with summer’s tune, The whispers of heat, a warm monsoon. As shadows stretch with evening’s fall, The heat persists, though twilight calls. In dusky hues and twilight’s glow, The whispers of heat in silence flow. The crickets sing their nightly song, In rhythm with the day so long. The night is warm, a velvet sheet, Embroidered with the whispers of heat. Through open windows, cool and wide, The gentle breezes drift inside. Yet still, the warmth does softly greet, The whispers of the summer heat. In dreams where sun and moon converge, Where night and day in dance emerge, We feel the warmth, the sweet retreat, The whispers of heat, a heart’s heartbeat. For in the summer’s fervent hold, In stories new and tales of old, There lies a secret, soft and neat, In every breath, the whispers of heat. So let us cherish these warm days, And listen to the heat’s soft praise. For in its whispers, we find delight, A summer’s warmth, a gentle light.