Last Dance
The summer dance is near
the end,
As breezes blow through
verdant leaves.
The sun smiles down like
leaving friend,
While weather offers short
reprieves.
Adventurers will rush
about
To get in just one last
hurrah.
They’ll camp and sail,
and try new route,
A summer thrill to give
them awe.
And soon the leaves will
dance in time.
They’ll drift and lift
in autumn air.
In bright new dress,
they’re quite sublime.
Let summer end with splendid
flare.
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