The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As golden days give way to cooler nights,
The warmth that lingered, now begins its bent,
Toward autumn’s call, with softer, gentler lights.
The flowers fade, their vibrant colors waned,
The breezes change, a whisper of the fall,
And though the summer’s joy we have retained,
We know the time has come to heed the call.
So let us bid farewell with tender grace,
To sunsets long and days of endless blue,
For every season has its time, its place,
And now the earth prepares for something new.
Yet in our hearts, the summer will remain,
A memory to warm us through the rain.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 