Seasons Sleep

Crickets serenade the sappy summer sobbing at her somber end. Greedily stealing more of the day, the sun subdues when the moon wins in their tug of war game.

The time is approaching, the sun will cry as summer sobs at her end.

Why they fret, I cannot comprehend.

Unlike you and I, seasons only sleep.

Seasons never die.

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