In August’s grasp, the sun descends, With earlier hues, the day transcends. A canvas painted, skies a blush, As daylight wanes in gentle hush.

Sunsets sooner, a soothing sight, A tranquil pause before the night. A gift bestowed, the moments deep, In twilight’s arms, the world takes sleep.

Yet, in this change, a silver thread, A chance for dreams to be widespread. Extra slumber, a cherished boon, Restoring strength from sun to moon.

Though park’s allure and bicycle’s race, Seem lost amid time’s fleeting embrace, Remember well, as darkness cloaks, The beauty of dreams, as daylight invokes.

So trade the rush for peaceful rest, Embrace the night, and be truly blessed. For in the quiet, the soul’s rebirth, We find in sleep, a priceless worth.