Poetry Book When September Ends

“…As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up when September ends…” — Green Day As September bids farewell goodbye to the lingering monsoon showers and welcoming the cool breezes of autumn. The days are slowly becoming shorter and theres a hint of chill in the air. Everyone is getting ready for the festivals that are just around the corner. As September draws to a close its a reminder that change can be beautiful just like the shifting seasons. The anticipation of festivals and the warmth of family gatherings make saying goodbye to this month a little bittersweet.