The days of summer pass so quickly now
The roses are withering on the vine
Warm hot breezes through the tall pine trees sough
Where are all the vanishing sands of time?
Sunrays of gold ne'er slant across the path
The end of July is already here
Daisies have shed all the petals she hath
So soon to bid goodbye to summer dear
Bid sweet adieu to the sonnets of time
Nevermore the sweet July sun to see
Behold the fading sky in its own prime
Farewell to the sighing waves of the sea
Sweet summer days are coming to an end
Enjoy life while it is still left to spend

*~Marian