In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.

Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
an invitation to savor,
to indulge in the fleeting,
the taste of sun-kissed days.

Oh, to bite into the essence of July,
the world melts away,
and in that juicy burst,
time holds its breath,
just for a heartbeat.