šø Last Day of Summer šø
Picture taken at Farvande Yorvig (Folkvang Norse)
ā: Farvande Yorvig
The days grow short, the nights are cool,
We say goodbye, our time now full,
The sun has set, the skies are gray,
Goodbye, summer, you cannot stay.
The laughter fades, the leaves now turn,
As autumn's fire begins to burn,
We cherish moments, bright and clear,
Goodbye, summer, till next year.
Memories of warmth and light,
Will guide us through the longest night,
With a sigh, we end our play,
Goodbye, summer, gone today.
(Poem by Isabella Barros)
šø Last Day of Summer šø
Picture taken at Farvande Yorvig (Folkvang Norse)
ā: Farvande Yorvig
The days grow short, the nights are cool,
We say goodbye, our time now full,
The sun has set, the skies are gray,
Goodbye, summer, you cannot stay.
The laughter fades, the leaves now turn,
As autumn's fire begins to burn,
We cherish moments, bright and clear,
Goodbye, summer, till next year.
Memories of warmth and light,
Will guide us through the longest night,
With a sigh, we end our play,
Goodbye, summer, gone today.
(Poem by Isabella Barros)