Seasons

Summer is going fast, 
As the nights grow colder. 

Summer came and went, 
And took with it that feeling. 

Fall brings sorrow, 
It reminds you that time doesn't stop. 

Fall days go by like years, 
This used to be my favorite season. 

Seasons change, 
And people do too. 

Sometimes I look back, 
And I wish you didn't change so I'd still be with you. 

Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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