July's Promise

In a land where shadows dance and trees swaver away.

A barren savanna stretches under a sky of muted gray.  

Silent gray, like a shroud of mist and fog, soft and thin, over the barren land. 

Above this haunted twilight, little birds in silence fly over the dry sand.

The weary traveler trudged, with a bandana green in hue,  

His dreads like stories tangled, eyes heavy with the dusty view. 

Each step a tale of hardship, each breath a whispered plea,  

Yet hope remains a flicker, in the distance he can see.

Before him, like a vision, bathed in golden, greenish light,  

A creature, part bird, part dream, dispels the endless night.  

JULY, it sings of mornings, where the sun’s embrace is kind,  

Of days where growth and laughter leave the sorrows far behind.

Green for the life that stirs within, for movement's gentle grace,  

Yellow for the joy to come, a bright smile on time's face.  

In the glow of July's promise, exhaustion fades away,  

And the traveler finds his strength, in the dawn of a new day.

So in this world of darkness, where the past and present meet,  

The future glows with golden wings, and hope's relentless beat.  

For July brings new beginnings, a journey freshly spun,  

A tale of hope and happiness, in the rising sun.

 

                                       OmnI