Sun No More - A ballad style poem By @DogCrazyee The summer sun begins to fade, With golden days now softly laid, The laughter of the children’s play, Is whispered by the winds of gray. The leaves turn bright in amber hue, As morning bells call us to school, The books await with stories new, And dreams to stitch with friendship’s tool. Though summer's warmth slips through our hands, A new adventure gently stands, With open hearts and eager eyes, We greet the school and autumn skies.
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