Farewell, bold July, with your sun-sculpted days,  
Your skies lit with fire in twilight’s soft haze.  
The golden hours lingered, so steady and bright,  
And whispered of summers that fade into night.  

The echoes of laughter still drift on the breeze,  
Where wildflowers nodded and danced with the trees.  
Your rivers ran languid, like moments held still,  
While stars stretched their arms over valley and hill.  

The fireworks faded, their sparks now a dream,  
Like ripples once cast on a shimmering stream.  
The bonfires have quieted, their embers grown cold,  
As shadows grow longer, and evenings unfold.  

Your days, fierce with heat, and your nights, velvet-sweet,  
Now slip through our fingers, though lovely and fleet.  
For time, like a river, will not slow its flow,  
And seasons must wander where they’re meant to go.  

Oh, July, you have burned with a passion so bright,  
A crown of warm days and a blanket of night.  
Though summer moves forward, and you say goodbye,  
Your fire still glows in the depths of the sky.  

Farewell, fiery July, we will hold you so near,  
In the warmth of our hearts, till you come back next year.