Sunday, August 31, 2025

The End of Summer



        
               
The end of summer days is near
The grass still green, the sky still clear
But soon the leaves will start to fall
And dark times will come for us all. 

There will be clouds, thunder and rain
Spreaders of sadness, gloom and pain
Yet not even the pitch black night
Can take our souls away from light!

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