In the south

In the South, where the magnolias bloom, And the sweet tea flows in the afternoon, Where the cicadas sing their evening tune, And the fireflies dance beneath the moon. The air is thick with summer's heat, Yet the shade of oaks provides retreat, Front porches creak with stories old, Of love and loss, of hearts so bold. The fields of cotton, white as snow, Stretch far and wide, row after row, The scent of jasmine fills the air, A Southern charm beyond compare. The honeysuckle's fragrance sweet, Mingles with the summer heat, Underneath the starry sky, Where constellations catch the eye. Hospitality is a way of life, Neighbors greet with warmth, not strife, A slower pace, a gentle grace, In the South, we find our place.