As the sun sets at 8 PM,
August’s halfway mark, a gentle gem.
Earlier sunsets on the horizon we spy,
Altamont Fair’s lights will soon light up the sky.

Summer’s ending, autumn’s near,
Harvest season whispers, so clear.
Earlier evenings, a curtain’s embrace,
More time for slumber, a slower pace.

Let’s seize the moment while it’s here,
Cherish the daylight, hold it near.
Stock up at the market, fill your cart,
Pumpkin pies and crisp days, a work of art.

Autumn leaves will soon paint the town,
A symphony of colors, all around.
With the harvest’s bounty, we’ll be fed,
Nature’s tapestry, a canvas well spread.

Earlier sunsets, a shift in the game,
Less time for play, but life’s not the same.
Embrace the change, let it fill your sight,
As we dance in the golden, fading light.

Let’s seize the moment while it’s here,
Cherish the daylight, hold it near.
Stock up at the market, fill your cart,
Pumpkin pies and crisp days, a work of art.

The nights grow cooler, stars shining bright,
A touch of nostalgia in the fading light.
The Altamont Fair’s a gentle reminder,
Of endings and beginnings, a season’s binder.

Earlier sunsets, a trade-off we find,
More time to reflect, to unwind.
Embrace the shift, let your spirit fly,
In the hush of dusk, under the twilight sky.

Let’s seize the moment while it’s here,
Cherish the daylight, hold it near.
Stock up at the market, fill your cart,
Pumpkin pies and crisp days, a work of art.

So as autumn draws nigh, let’s not forget,
The magic in endings, as sunsets beget.
A season of change, of beauty and grace,
Tonight is the 8 PM sunset’s embrace.