sherif monem

(Egypt)

The September Month


The month of September

Special and dear

It is sorrowful reminder

It is soon the end of a year

The weather change

The mighty nature compels

The departure of summer months

The arrival of cold winter days

Ones fill heart with emotions

Another year soon passes in our lives

The wheel of time never stops

Our youth is withered

September! Oh September

No need to be pessimistic

Life goes on

No need to feel sadness

This will not help it

Enjoy life and celebrate

The month of September

Soon will be the foliage

The festive days of nature

When nature displays its beauty

the trees and woods

the mountains and vallyes

September is month of reflection

For life what is it all about

For the light rain and missed flowers

There is hope

and soon will be new year

New hope and success

For the human race

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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