The Queen of Summer: Lady Solmara

"The Queen of Summer: Lady Solmara

" 24"x 24" x 1.5" Acrylic textured and varnished painting. Heavy Medium texture added before painting. See the texture on the background. Beautiful colors and detail. Ready to Hang. There are other Queens available also. 

Here is the story of the Queen of Spring comments of AI. 

The Queen of Summer: Lady Solmara

When the sun reaches its highest throne in the sky and the world hums with life, Lady Solmara, the Queen of Summer, awakens from her slumber. She arrives on the wings of golden light, her presence rippling through fields of wildflowers and setting the meadows ablaze with color.

Her hair, spun from the very rays of the sun, cascades in luminous waves down her back, adorned with blossoms of sun-kissed marigolds, daisies, and trailing vines of ivy. Her skin glows with the warmth of a midsummer afternoon, kissed by the same golden hues that dance on rippling lakes. Her gown, woven from silk and fire, shifts with the colors of sunset—amber, fuchsia, and the deepest crimson—moving like a mirage beneath the heat of the day.

Solmara is a queen of joy and abundance. Where she walks, fruit ripens on the vine, honey drips like liquid sunlight, and the rivers laugh with the delight of children at play. She commands the longest days of the year, filling them with song, dance, and the scent of citrus and lavender carried on warm breezes.

But hers is not only a season of pleasure—it is a test of endurance. The sun can be both a giver of life and a relentless force, and Solmara watches carefully, ensuring that the land does not wither beneath its power. When storms roll in, she does not shrink away; instead, she welcomes them, knowing that rain is part of the cycle that sustains the world.

It is said that those who bask in her presence gain the courage to chase their wildest dreams, for she rules the season of adventure, passion, and unbridled spirit. Travelers whisper that if you leave an offering of ripe peaches and wine at the edge of the sea at sunset, you may catch a glimpse of her, dancing upon the waves, her laughter ringing like wind chimes in the breeze.

But even the longest days must yield to time, and as the first crisp whisper of autumn curls through the air, Solmara takes one last, lingering look at the world she has nourished. She gathers the sun in her hands, tucking it gently below the horizon, and steps away into the twilight, her promise lingering in the warmth of the earth—"I will return with the rising sun."