As I bid farewell to the yellow sun <br />I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand <br />With me, memories of the summer’s fun <br />As I bid farewell to the yellow sun <br />Glimpse on the horizon, trees turn to brown <br />The leaves fall and rest on the solemn land <br />As I bid farewell to the yellow sun <br />I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand<br /><br />Ronald Mallari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transcend-5/
