The days get shorter,
The leaves turn brown,
The daily temperatures cool down…
But the sun still shines.
It feels so good!
The birds fly south
To warmer climes
(And older people too, sometimes)…
But the sun feels warm
The way it should.
The year is passing us by.
We pause to wonder why
Time flies so fast;
This year won’t last…
But the sun remains.
That’s understood.
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