See the fading light of summer.
Feel the fleeting breath of warmth.
Hear the gentle tree tops whispering,
The songbirds tune break forth.
Oh, burning sun above me,
From whence shine thy rays?
The brilliant light is waning,
And shorter grow the days.
Ye fallen rose of summer,
With petals fading fast,
Are telling me that summer is short,
Alas, 'twill soon be past.
©Jonquiljunction 2016
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