As summer fades, the skies turn gray,
The vibrant hues now drift away.
The air grows crisp, the nights grow cool,
The children head back to their school.
The fields once green now golden lie,
Underneath the autumn sky.
The harvest moon begins to rise,
Reflecting in our wistful eyes.
The echoes of the summer’s cheer,
Fade softly as the fall draws near.
Yet in the heart, a warmth remains,
A summer’s love that never wanes.