Every August we begin to panic a little. The daylight is changing, the sounds of nature are changing, and we feel summer slipping away. We wanted to share this poem with you again.
Summer is fleeing, and the lazy afternoons are calling us, which made us think of the following poem.
by Richard LeGallienne
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Do you think our bosses would understand if we left the office because the leaves, wind, and rainbows called us outside to play? Enjoy the season, friends. The daily chores will wait patiently for your return.
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