Upon horizons stretched in endless hue,
The longest day unfolds its golden light.
Through verdant fields and skies of brilliant blue,
Its hours linger, banishing the night.
The sun ascends, a monarch on its throne,
Bestowing warmth upon both land and sea.
Each fleeting moment feels a world alone,
Yet sings of time’s relentless melody.
The whispering breeze, soft as a lover\'s sigh,
Dances ‘neath shadows of the ancient trees.
The day grows bold, as twilight waits nearby,
Its brilliance fading with the evening breeze.
Though fleeting hours give way to dusk\'s embrace,
The longest day leaves memories to trace.