About the Sun and July

July was hanging in the air with his friend Sun
Since time began they’ve been together and had much fun
July was young and bright and joyful
He never ever worn a warm wool
His clothes was always - nothing on
His lifestyle was - burn night till dawn
The Sun - his best friend, was made of hot sand
The endless fire was his desire
He hated liars, escaped admirers
The Sun was hopeful peace was his main rule
July was what about the Sun had always thought
His rays at dawn to him he brought, and always caught July in mood
For Sun July did best he could
He never stood away if raining, if wind or rare case of paining
If something wrong, he was around, if fever - blanket of cold cloud
Four weeks of their friendly meting have always been great feast of knitting
When people wormed and satisfied knit their destinies quite tight
And people always wondered why Sun gives just four weeks to July