Old faithful

The sun glows,

It grows so strong
Beaming, brimming ,
With summer light,
It never seems to fall.
Light fades as summer leaves
Our shore.,
The sun grows weak,
We see it fall,
The evening sun sets early.
A wondrous 
Backdrop emits.
Radiant, pulsing,
Almost alive!
Clouds zip in red hue
It’s like a party in our sky.
Time is the main guest
As our world nips by…

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