Summer Solstice

In this episode - The Summer Solstice . . .

Ah, the Summer Solstice, a celestial delight;
Let me explain, dear listener, with all my might.

In the realm of astronomy, it's a significant day,
When the sun reaches its highest display.
It occurs once a year, in the month of June,
When the Earth tilts, oh, what a boon!

You see, our planet, it tilts on its axis so,
Leaning towards the sun, what a marvelous show.
On this special occasion, the Northern Hemisphere,
Basks in the glory of daylight so clear.

The Summer Solstice brings the longest day,
With sunlight extending in a splendid display.
Oh, the sun rises early and lingers late,
Spreading its golden rays, just wait!

The sky awakens with a vivid hue,
And paints the world with a vibrant view.
The warmth embraces both land and sea,
Inviting all creatures to roam and be free.

But do not fret dear Southern Hemisphere,
For the Winter Solstice brings its cheer.

While the North enjoys the sun's loving rays,
The South finds beauty in shorter days.

The Summer Solstice is a time to celebrate,
Nature's bounty and the wonders it creates.
From blooming flowers to a lush green scene,
The world is alive, bursting with a gleam.

So mark this day with joy and mirth,
Revel in the beauty that fills the Earth.
The Summer Solstice, a celestial dance,
Embrace its magic and give life a chance.

So you think I’m a poet,
Let me come clean.
I asked ChatGPT to craft this poem for me.
About the Solstice of Summer,
Like Ted Geisel - you see!
Did I have you fooled?
Well skittle-dee-Dee!

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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